Aged harmony
As I approach a significant birthday, I’m pondering maturity, in vintages, music and life
Catching up with old friends a little while back, one remarked that while we and our peers used to chat about music and clubs, nowadays its sensible shoes and caring for aged parents. I don’t think things have got quite that pedestrian though. Many of us have worked out what makes us happy and are finally starting to achieve this. I’d never trade the turmoil of green youth for my wrinkles and whole lot more wisdom. I’m celebrating (most of) the changes that have occurred as I celebrate this mature vintage year.
Ageing like a fine wine, so the cliché goes, and doubtless a few incoming birthday cards will quip. Like wines, we evolve into different beings from when we started out, hopefully improved, and definitely discovering that different things now suit us. Be gone crippling footwear, exhausting people, and unsatisfying labour. In the case of a fine wine, a radical change in character through time means that for it too, once harmonious combinations can result in clashes, in food and music
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