The Love Journey of Lakshmi
However, the side note I want to make.
The older we get, the more experienced we are getting.
The more experiences we are having.
The good and ugly ones.
The ones we like to forget and perhaps hold some shame around.
But the truth is, with experience comes a package.
Something we can call age even.
Perhaps that is the reason why.
Why we are not able to find love at an older age.
It is becoming more apparent that people really have no clue what they are talking about.
At least when it comes to love.
Let me say it like this.
And it really has nothing to do with age.
As a matter of fact.
Because I hear them old ladies and youngster say exactly the same thing.
There is also no difference when it comes to race or sexe.
Boys struggle with the same issues as girls.
And when it comes to love, it doesn’t matter what you look like.
There is a phase I am going through at the moment.
I call it getting older.
My birthday is in a month and rapid movements are happening.
Mainly in my mind and emotions.
Also parts of my body that are finding relief.
I am sweating so much, feeling tired for no reason.
Want to sleep all day or I forget where I left my umbrella.
Of all things.
Yeah.
I don’t know if it is that I am getting comfortable with my age, however it is something that I am not identifying with.
Age, numbers, how it is we should behave.
I don’t know if this makes me look younger than I am.
I do have to say that I am young at heart, the same as my mind.
But it is the outside that counts, what it is that people perceive.
As that is the world that I have come to know. To be judged on the outside, so to speak.
Age has come to be in that box, of how we should be.
‘How old are you?’
A question that is rising more often.
Soon after I say my age, the question is sometimes: ‘Do you still want children?’
Not so much in a sense of dating, but it is the way Dutch people are speaking.
It was one time when I was working in the restaurant that I said ‘I am 38’.
I think the customer was overwhelmed by that number and said : ‘You need to hurry before getting children’.
It is not something that is coming of age, or perhaps it is exactly just that.
When it comes to love.
Age is really a thing.
‘Why don’t you come sit and have a drink?’ asked my coworker.
We had finished our working hours and he was sitting at the bar.
‘No, I will go home. I am tired’. But I didn’t say it as firmly as I maybe would have wanted to say.
I was really just tired.
I went to the toilet instead.