” a period of human life, measured by years from birth” 

Why are we measuring, putting a deadline on how we live

Creating anxiety…

We put so much emphasis on age 
On the number…

On the day…

On the time…

When time will continue going,

While we standstill pondering about an age.

That is a source of fear 

An illusion created by our mind to hold us.

To stall us.

Because age ain’t nothing but a number…

Don’t let it become it, you become it 

And you look it straight in the eye…

Because you have grown wiser 

And you will continue to elevate not age.


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