When Juliet said, "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet," about Romeo from her balcony, I think she was saying, no matter what your name is or where you’re from, you are and always will be... you.
The name of something doesn’t change what that something is.
A rose is a rose is a rose. No label can alter its beauty or fragrance.
What about the term senior? Does being labeled a senior bother you? I confess it wasn’t something I looked forward to but I embrace it now. In my pre-senior years, I equated the word with being over-the-hill and fragile.
However, upon looking up the definition of senior, I liked what I saw: superior, more advanced, chief. I’m all of those things. I feel like a chief, too. And I’m definitely more advanced than I was in my wayward youth.
Recently I read where someone wanted to use the term ‘perennials’ when speaking of seniors. Please, I’m not some potted geranium.
I’m a senior and proud of it. What about you?
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