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...I was just smart enough to realize how dumb I was...

We all have memories that are those most profound and impactful moments in our lives that stick with us because of how much they shape who we are, or perhaps because of how much happiness and joy (or the opposite) they trigger in us when we recollect them. And then, we also all have memories….that we really have no understanding as to why we have them. They are completely random, don’t seem to serve any sort of deeper purpose in terms of who we are as people, and oftentimes they involve people or places we haven’t been around or have associated ourselves with in years and years. They are for all intents and purposes completely inconsequential to anything. As I’m typing this, I’m craving writing an entire article just on this concept alone…but I digress. The point of this is to express that I’m starting today’s thought with one of these memories.

I’m not sure why this memory has stuck with me over the years but it relates precisely with what I wanted to talk about today so I’m sharing it. I was in my senior year of high school and I was in a statistics math class. (you’re already bored and tuning out. It gets at least a little better I swear) Many times over the course of this class we would do random polls to give ourselves data points that we could use to form and then ideally solve problems that would teach us something. Anyway, these questions were also always pretty random and most of which I do not remember….with exception to one.

I remember one question we were asked to answer privately, and then later would be asked to share our answer with the class, was the question, “How old is the ideal age?”, or something to that effect. It might have been something closer to “If you could pick any age to be forever, what would you choose?”

(what’s your answer?)