Silver Threads Among the Gold

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Silver Threads Among the Gold

Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today, Life is fading fast away.
But, my darling, you will be, Always young and fair to me...

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Hahaha, i didn't even know about that song until this moment i write here. Welcome to the Oldies Blog?! No way, get off me...

Age is overrated. The milliseconds of a human life compared with the age of the universe is actually kind of ridiculous. So when some say the only importance in living a life is the instant moment, i feel the truth of it. For in a infinite singularity there is no beginning nor end... it's only the instant moment, forever.

Okay, maybe it's about the white hair? I was not yet twenty when my hairdresser at the time told me: "Ha, you got a gray hair!" She's not anymore... Hairdresser, i mean. 😌 But that's another story.

My whole life i appreciated aging and i'm not talking about "becoming adult", no! Never ever i would become adult i promised my girlfriend when i was 12 years old. And today i'm still impressed how "childish" i can be and loving it. Hehehe.

Passing the time and getting older i loved so much that i even messed up my fortieth birthday party. During that night a friend joined us a bit late, he came over with a bottle of Laphroaig Single Malt and said: "Yo brother, here some good stuff for your last year in the thirties...". I looked at him: "Yeah, good joke... stop cheesing me with the age difference we have." "What do you mean. You're a sixty-six we are in 2005, which means you're 39 years today!" - Short story shorter, he was actually right and we all had a good laugh and an even better drink...

The chronological calculation of my life counts me as fifty five years "old" this year. Though i still wait to become adult, i feel that i definitely missed that. And since i know that i'll died at my 100th birthday it'll still give me some forty something years to refuse to be come adult, maybe wise, surely white... never adult. 🙃

So, when someone sings a song like "Silver Threads Among the Gold", to me it is literally sad, for i feel these folks are imprisoned in time, past or future... often with the ego-selfish-ego involved. The one reason i didn't even go to listen it. Naaa, i'm not old enough for that. I'm not even sure if i'm old enough for the silver bloggers... but hey, since i got the white hair. I'll be probably back anyways. 😁