I turned the big Four-Zero last week. Precisely, I'm finally a freaking forty-year-old! Man. Cliche as it might sound, we still hold the belief that life starts at forty - I can feel the life. Alternatively, it should start at this age, irregardless.
To be honest, it hasn't really sunk in that I left behind my naive 30s because there's always that part of a human, a woman, that still wants to be clingy and forever young, yet we can't remain young forever, can we? Accepting growth is gold in bold. And, growing old is relative. As we would always say, age is nothing but a number - just like 40.