Youth doesn't last forever....

Youth Doesn't Last Forever : 30 isn't Old !! 


You say your family members died too young when they die in their 50's-60's; if 60 is young to die then why the fuck is half of that age considered to be middle-age? When technology has prolonged our mortality span these days, I think anything less than 50 should be considered outrageous to be classified as "middle-age". 

So many of my primary/high school seniors and my batch mates are still single and in their prime, I would be mortified to hear anyone classify them anything close to middle-age. If they are still young then why the fuck are people in their late 20's or early/mid 30's called old? Hah! Yes we maybe older than YOU but not an "old person", there's a DIFFERENCE! 

It's a shame that today's educated youth are still backwards in their mentality and too quick to judge and label others. So let me ask you a question, "If we die in our 40's or early 50's would we be considered too young to die or that we died coz we had reached our "death age"? " 

Just becoz some people have kids too early in their life or get married too early doesn't make them "old" and it certainly doesn't give people any right to call them old. Next time young ones call people in their 20's or 30's old, PLIZ remind yourself of your parents death (are you prepared for them to die at the current age yet?) ...you know the answer ! Now PISS OFF ! 

P.S : Of course I'm saying it coz I fall into that "forcefully-labelled" category of "old", who else did you think would choose this topic otherwise? Youngsters think their youth is forever, real old are too happy being old. 

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