Ageing, it's inevitable.....

I WRITE

No one listens, 

and so I write ,

what no one wants to hear,

and no one wants to read,

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January 25, 2025: I awoke this morning feeling young, and the I moved. Ageing, old age as some would call it, is like a car wreck with the ambulances always moments too late. What I mean is that it seems only when the crash is imminent, it’s only then is action taken. An example; many seniors, after decades of abusing their bodies, realizing a problem, and only, in the case of the majority, acting at the advice of their doctors take up physical exercise, and change their diets. Of course, the damage already done, all that can be done, is to minimally put on the brakes for the inevitable voyage into the unknown known as the Long Sleep, Death in other words. Death, can’t be avoided. It happens whether we like it or not. Of course we don’t, won’t, like it, but it’s inevitable. When and where? A haunting question. That’s the big question one reaches after finally one morning looking in the bathroom mirror, and wondering, what the hell, how did I get so old. Of course, some when looking in the mirror go into denial, and see what they want to see, and attempt to shore up the ship, acting as if there will be no wreck. Fools, such a waste of time. How do I know? Well, I’ve looked into the mirror. I didn’t like what I saw, and tried to turn back the tide, but it doesn’t work, so reluctantly I make the best of what’s left, and simply wait. It’s no pretty picture. Stumbling about, forgetting, forgetting what we were looking for, and standing looking, and looking some more, until just for the hell of it we pick something off of the shelve that we weren’t looking for, hopeful that it will remind us of what we were looking for. Short term memory loss. Everyone’s the same, one says to one’s self, although one knows, and the struggle begins with one thinking, hoping, to see the end to it all, before the world is witness to your fall, your memory gone. Ageing, I care nothing about what some fools might say, ageing hurts, is awful, represents the loss of everything. It’s, sadly, inevitable.