Age is funny. Such as an arbitary concept when you think about.

We see growing up  has this kind-of linear process, a progression, a straight line. ‘As you get older, you get wiser’ - or so the saying goes. We use age to segment people, to stereotype, to classify: 14 years-old here, 25 year-olds here, and 70 years old, well, just stay in your retirement village. The cynic in me says that we use age for social hierachy, to determine our own and other people’s positions in life.

Dear World, It is just a number!

And in many cases, these numbers differ depending on culture and context. In China, for instance, you become ‘1’ has soon as you are born; there is no such thing as 6 months old, you are just ‘1’.

I want to start a revolution against the idea of age: the quantitive number we use to determine social mobility.

We all grow differently: slow down, speed up, stop. Life is not a race. We are not here to compete. We all operate on our own schedules. And besides, no one ever really grows up. The inner child exists within us all - it is so imporant that you nurture it. In many respects, I am still 10 years old: the dreamer, the curious kid always looking for something. In other ways, I am older, perhaps spiritually. I often feel like I can see through the status quo, in ways that my numerical counterparts don’t seem to.

So, yes, I am 25. But we must remember this: Age is a mentality, not a number.