I am getting old.
Or may be I am old. But I fight to define what old being is?
Is it the inability of the body to the push yourself. Then I am not old. I am fit as a fiddle.
Have my thoughts gone senile? No I don't think so. I am still learning and learning more than I learned yesterday.
Yet, in the corner of my heart where the color is white, it murmurs in a breaking voice: Am I old ?
Whenever you have eliminated all which is impossible whatever left should be truth said Sherlock.
And that truth is I am not getting old!
Picture courtesy:https://ba6alah.wordpress.com/2010/04/07/getting-old-key-of-happiness/
Or may be I am old. But I fight to define what old being is?
Is it the inability of the body to the push yourself. Then I am not old. I am fit as a fiddle.
Have my thoughts gone senile? No I don't think so. I am still learning and learning more than I learned yesterday.
Yet, in the corner of my heart where the color is white, it murmurs in a breaking voice: Am I old ?
Whenever you have eliminated all which is impossible whatever left should be truth said Sherlock.
And that truth is I am not getting old!
Picture courtesy:https://ba6alah.wordpress.com/2010/04/07/getting-old-key-of-happiness/
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