Age is something that doesn’t matter, unless you are a cheese… or wine, or a car, or a dress, or an old wooden chest, or even a yellow lab named Rio.
Then age matters.
But really, who’s counting right?
Not your everyday person. I’m not… well, not always.
AGE.
What a descriptive word.
It can be negative or positive.
It can be demeaning,
categorizing,
foul,
uplifting,
satirical,
punishable,
opportunististical,
thankful,
or just plain wacky.
It’s true, as you get older, you learn more, earn more, and gain more.
However, it doesn’t always have to be that way.
I prefer age not only as an adjective but as marinade – the more you put on and the longer you leave it, the better the dish.
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