Getting Old as a Child
As I approach the last month of being 55 years old, I have started to ponder many things.
When I was younger, I looked at old people. From my young heart, “oldness” was their identity. Like “young-ness” was my assumed identity. Like, they were born old. And I will be young forever. Yes, we all get old. I could say it back then too; however, I only knew it conceptually. I didn’t feel it, not like the way I could feel living in another country, away from my birth country, while I still lived in China.