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Time to Stop Counting, Big Island, Hawaii, December 2012, Nikon D600 with FX 28-300mm VR lens,
76mm, 1/30 sec @ f5.6, ISO 640, 0 EV, no flash © Steven Crisp [Click on the photo to enlarge] |
I came across this T-shirt while strolling through Kona center on the Big Island with my family. It made me chuckle. And think.
I really don't think of myself as being as old as my birthday would indicate. After all, it's just a number. Rather meaningless, actually, when you realize the standard deviation around average life expectancy.
Kinda like dog years. Those never mapped very well either, as far as I could tell.
They say you are as young (or as old) as you feel. I think that is absolutely true.
So in case anyone asks, I'm 33 years old (and that's actually quite a bit older than I've been in the past). Yes, I'm a bit more mature lately. But not too much.
And if you want to apply some other yardstick to yourself, perhaps it's a good idea to use dog years for your age. That way you are sure to be far from "average" ... in fact, you'd be well off the charts ;-)
