I think it’s interesting how a person changes as they grow older. I don’t just mean weathered skin, the inability to eat pizza at 2am, or the inability to even stay awake at 2am without feeling totally wrecked for the following three days. I mean our attitudes and the way we see the world around us.
A 21 year old friend of ours named Kaela was over some days ago and we talked about my gold wedding ring. I told her that when I was her age, I didn’t like gold. It seemed gaudy and ugly. Silver seemed cool and more realistic. (A little side note: our friend said that she feels that way now.) Something changed in me since then: now I see gold as bringing light and warmth. Silver is still nice, but feels colder and duller.
Dressing up in pastel finery for Easter no longer feels exciting and “extra special;” it feels silly and trite. I do still kind of enjoy it, but it will never be like when I was little.
I also don’t laugh as much as I used to. When I was a kid, an adult told me that would happen. At the time, I was horrified and resolved to not allow myself to fade into that. But now that I’m here, I’m alright with it. It isn’t that I don’t enjoy life as much (which is what I was thought based on that adult) but that I have a deeper appreciation for pain, sadness, reflection, change, artistic expression, and all the other more serious things in life. One ought to also ease up, have fun, and laugh, but life truly is serious as well. Appreciating that is part of a deeper, richer, fuller experience here.
It isn’t just that people grow and mature. It’s simpler than that. It’s that perceptions change as time goes on. Some of those changes are good, some are bad, some are neither. I think it’s all interesting.