Age is a funny thing.

In the grand scheme of things it's only a number.

After a conversation with my grandparents today, as my granpa passed on messages of threats to anyone who wasn't treating me properly, I was reminded of the fact that I'll never be much older than six in their eyes (and neither is my mum which makes for a quieriable explanation for my existence.)

Can we be defined by our age? Does it actually mean anything other than another record of time passing instead of being?

Age exists as much as time does. It does, but it doesn't.

It all depends on your perspective.

People are only as old as they are, which, is part of the reason I love spending time with roger and gill. They may be a little older than me but half the time they're younger. It's brilliant.

The same goes for a couple who were visiting a few weeks ago. They're about the same age as my grandparents and look after a church in virginia beach, so I figure; best be on my best respectable behaviour...

Within a few seconds of meeting them I realised that these people were more full of life and a great sense of adventure than most people half their age. (perhaps the realisation was partly fueled by the proud showing of a tattoo the guy had just got of his wife(who, having just had her nose pierced, was planning her own tattoo venture)'s name on his arm... done by one of the other leaders in the church.) They take life seriously, and had us laughing to the point of tears over lunch over what they've seen of the seriousness of life.

Authentic and completely lacking in pretension.

And it really suits them all. There's nothing forced or mid-life-crisisy about them, just a genuine love for living life to the full. Unafraid to just go for it and unhindered. The only constraints from the number of years they've been here being physical.

I'd say they're all the sort of people I'd like to be when I grow up, but to be honest I'd be doing well to be full of that much life now, never mind then.