Aging has its pros and cons... what are the pros? You get out of puberty, out of high school, you outgrow the torments, or you get away from them as far as possible. People who claim that high school was a blast were either the bullies, the jocks, the popular ones or the ones who knew how to ride the flow of cruel persecution.
Most of us get away from the zits, the weird part of growing up, but some of us still suffer from it... but we get old, somehow, getting those wrinkles, scars, the silver colored hair (or the hairs that are still there), that look in the eye showing you have weathered the storm and survived it.
You've lived long enough to say: "I know how the world works, and now I know how to play it."
The not so fun part, or the cons, is with aging, your body breaks down with all the poisons you've consumed and all the "happy accidents" that may come along with it. you can't run as fast as you did, you can't eat all that you want like you used to... you can't flirt with the cute young thing unless you want to be labeled as a dirty old person (though in some cases, the young ones flock to you either you're famous... or just sinfully rich).
And you can't do some stuff since society has stated they're only for teens and for the thirty somethings. With that, you tend to say goodbye to those dreams, you weep and beg to stay on, but the badge of youth has been taken away from you.
At this stage, you'd wish you were part of the 27 club, atleast in a short while, you are part of a distinguished list of famous dead people who died while they shone their brightest light.
But no, you're a stubborn candle that stood on, lighting on, with a dim but firm light, only to be outshone, outdone by something new, and a bit more fun.
As you age, you realize, life has passed you by, as trails of new conundrums take over the other ones. Your dexterous hands now brittle with rheumatism, your running legs can't climb the steps as swift as before.
A sad metaphor when you light a candle on your birthday cake, it takes a year away from you... a year of younger you... you wish a spell could hold that young smile for a decade or two, but time finds a way to get it away... and you smile as strands of your hair turns to grey.
The world of media has lied to all of us, we see young faces but rarely the old ones. Insurance, retirement, memorial parks and hospitals, that's where you see the wrinkled, withered ones.
you can only dream as long as you're just 30 plus. If you're pushing 40, get back on the lineup...and let go of crazy dreams you thought you could have got.
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