Sometimes time moves at a steady pace. And sometimes you can't stop that steady progression of life's enduring tempo.

This causes a thing called aging.

Age, according to a book of diction, is defined similarly to (or exactly as) the following:
1. To grow old
2. To mature, as wine, cheese, or wood

Life's tempo is turning me into cheese, essentially.
I am an immature cheese for the next half-handful of days.


Jessica said...

...and then you will be 20... man you are getting old ;)

jandbfjohnson said...

So true. By the way, what would you write about my age?