Listen This Person Called Age Is Not Interested In Your 3 Idiots Emotions of "Give Me Some Sunshine Give Me Some Rays, I Want To Grow Up Once Again" It's Here To Measure Our Wisdom Gained And Freedom Lost Welcome to the day 8 of #YoLeWriMo or the YourQuote Letter Writing Month i.e. July. The only thing that's perpetually moving is time. We carry time with us as our age. Everyday, we get a little older than before. Age is like our reflection not in space but time. It has witnessed us grow along with itself and we celebrate its anniversary every year as much as we do our own. Like fates, it is interlinked but age both precedes us and succeeds us. The anniversary of age is celebrated for years after death and one starts counting days and months before a baby is born. Age is like our older, wiser, more silent sibling who just walks along with us from the beginning to the end. And afterwards. In your #letters today, write a note of love and belongingness to the concept of age. #DearAge #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba Collaborating with Nature Lover
