For the first time in my blogging life I am participating in WP Weekly Writing Challenge – that’s why this post is in English.
What age means to me?
I noticed that in one point in my life I simply forgot how old I am. From that moment on I always have to calculate to answer this simple question. I think that happened when I “grew up”. When I didn’t have to wait to have 18 and move from parents house and get a driving licence and all the other things that I had to wait for. At the same time my spiritual awakening started to happen and I realized that really, I am not this body. And this body is aging and going through all the processes through which everything which is material has to go. And me? I have no age. I cannot get old, I cannot die…
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