So,
ironically I find that this idea strikes close to home.
How do you explain that
vague apprehension one feels when they learn that a person they
admire is years younger? First comes that
twinge, that thought..."Look at what they've done with their life...I haven't done nearly as well." Then the more
lingering thoughts..."I have memories from a time when they didn't even exist..."
I have this strange theory that's it's a
flip side to that moment when you realize that your
parents had a life
before you. That moment of almost pure
infinitessimalism that usually is the first humbling
epiphany of many.
Now comes this moment, when you think back to the year that this
youngen was born, and you realize the world went on...
outside of your
perception. A new life was wraught, and
different experieces had. When you were working up the nerve to ask Jenny to the dance, they were still in an
endless summer.
For some people, to prove that the extra years were not worthless, they must play
superior, and more
worldly. To
quantify a person's existence based wholly on the span of time they have under their belt. As if those years all held an equal
ammount of growth...why not just be kind and judge them based on their
eye color.
Eh, who knows, maybe when we die, only those born before the year 1980 will make it to paradise...I can see
St. Peter now,
carding people at the gates to heaven.