quick thoughts on Age and Experience

This might be down to the fact that I am rapidly racing towards another birthday (my 41st) or it might be down to the calendar recently turning over to another year of existence, but I've been thinking about how ridiculous it is that we tend to group ourselves as humans based on what our age is. We tend to tailor our views on someone dependent on how long they have lived, rather than HOW they have lived.
It causes so many psychological issues and it's all invented. It's meaningless. Who cares how many times you've travelled around the Sun? It's out of our hands anyway. And someone of 24 could have gained far more knowledge and insight into the world than someone who is 57, so why does the number mean more than the life behind it?
Just something to think about...

RC 12-1-25