Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
I’m 47 and it’s really starting to accelerate. Enjoy your youth. Time is short. Do what you enjoy now.
It’s not the physical age, it’s how far from home you are.
Although ‘home’ def has something to do with it, home is where and what you make of it. Though sometimes not by choice.
Age however never slows down. I always say it’s not how old you are, but how old you feel, physically but also mentally.
I’m north of 40, feel 30 physically, act like 15 sometimes.
But everyone’s brain and body is different. It’s how you perceive it (not how others perceive it) that you can change.
Physically I feel 17, mentally I feel 10.000. In other words, very senile, and I run around like I’m on crack.
As in being farther from home decelerates aging, or accelerates it?
As in, the older you are, the less familiar things are. Family members die and you can never see them again, no one knows or gets any media you knew, many doors close. It would not really matter if you were like a timelord. You can have eternal youth, but you will still be old. Most people miss the point of this when they say “Oh aren’t even half-way into your life! You got so much more to go!”…
…so much more of what? Just a career, and hoping to find some peace. Most activities just hit different, and you may understand people, but they won’t understand you.
Every time I meet up with a friend, I cherish it like it’s our last time. Because it could be the last time.