Age is just a number. You’ve heard that, right? Turns out there’s actually some discussion about this. Age is just a number like jail is just a room.
Age is clearly a word, some argue; not a number at all. Many say, if it is a number, it ain’t important. Witness one Joan Collins. “Age is just a number. It’s totally irrelevant unless, of course, you happen to be a bottle of wine.”
Another old lady, Betty White agrees, “Age is just a number and people need to get over it.”
“Age is just a number,” Harry Styles said, “maturity is a choice.” Screw that.
Old age is more than just a big number.
“Old age is very demanding somehow,” author Kay Boyle once wrote a much younger friend. “One knows what one wants to do, and then that unpleasant enemy who has made its way into one’s flesh and bones intervenes between one’s wish and one’s ability to make that wish come true.”
Old age is more just a big number. But that’s not the problem. Decrepitude is a whole ‘nother thing.
