I have always wondered, even when I was a little kid, what it must feel like to be old, to have grandchildren and to not feel young any longer… When I’d see my grandmother’s withered skin and snow white hair, it was difficult to imagine she could have ever been young. But her pretty black and white pictures from younger days made me think about what I would look like when I grew old… I even remember asking her how she felt at 60, how it felt at 60. I don’t remember what she said but it wasn’t good enough for me to not think about how I’d be at that age!
When I see my parents ageing, it scares me. I see they’re no longer able to walk that fast, their bodies give up sooner than they used to, their joints ache and hurt once in a while… They’re not the same and it bothers me sometimes. I’m selfish and I don’t ever want them to grow old!
I don’t want to live forever, but I’d rather die young than grow painfully old. Maybe, I’m a silly coward not prepared for life as it is. Maybe 60 will seem younger when I’m there!