Aging

Another sleepless night, so decided to blog again.

When I was a teenager, I often wondered how it feels to be “old”. Like most teenagers, I used to think 25 was too old. On dating sites and apps, I used to write, “Please no one older than 25”. Then when I turned 25, I used to put no one older than 28.

Now I am starting to understand little more about growing old. I am already starting to have back pain, I have to pee in the middle of the night and I have two deep wrinkles on my forehead.

People often talk about midlife crisis but I think most people have this type of aging crisis almost every year, I sure do. That’s probably a good thing. I don’t want to be shocked with sudden realization of my failures and mortality in my 40s or 50s. It will be too late by then.

These days I try to remind myself that this very moment when I am thinking of aging is the youngest I will ever be in my life so why be sad about the inevitable and just enjoy the present. It often fails to convince me but I am getting better at it.