I have been thinking lately how much you can tell about a person by how they view the world, not by the number of years they’ve lived.
Sometimes younger people can be ignorant but it can be more common for someone older to be just as ignorant and what does that say? Age is nothing. I have met people who have been to different places and cities around the world. And then I have met people who have learned and appreciated the different parts of the world. I have met people who have been in love five, six, seven times. And then I have met people who have loved the hardest they have ever loved once. Or twice. I have met people with lots of friends, different acquaintances for every occasion. And then I have met people who care for only a few people in their life but would die for them, go through the ups and downs and still love each other when they need it most.
Age seems to be the least important thing when getting to know someone’s likes and dislikes, what moves them, what stirs their desires. In The Little Prince, one of my favorite parts is when he says the adults ask questions like “How old are they?” “How much money do they make?” while he’s wondering, “What’s their favorite color?”
My favorite color is an almost-white, maybe bone, I love big open airy places with luscious trees and little flower fields and I can never stop talking about the human mind and its conditions. Tell me yours.