It occurs to me that being 40 means that it’s a slow, inexorable nosedive into the abyss known as “old age”.
At least that’s what I hear. All the dudes who are older than I am tell me so.
I say, “Screw you guys. I’m still climbing uphill.”
Of course, that would explain why my legs burn a little more quickly walking up several flights of stairs. I’m walking uphill now.
Is it age or is it expectations? At which point does the mind lose the battle over the matter? After all, decay and death are built into the system. They have to be. Without death, there would be no renewal and no means of preventing the complete exhaustion of resources. The balance requires all organisms to return their gooey, fleshy parts to the greater collective that is Life on Earth for reuse.
I’m not quite ready to return my parts, thank you very much. They’re still gently used, so I’ll be hanging on to them for quite some time.
Illuminate Possibilities 