I'm not so old myself, but already I can imagine a lifetime of aging, wrinkling, and sagging, ugh! It's all downhill from here, so they say. Will I end up on a hospital bed being served tepid water by nurses that no longer care? Will I sit snoring in a lean chair in front of the TV while grandkids giggle behind me? Will I speed along the pavement in an electric wheelchair, bright orange flag waving in the wind? Are those my choices now?
It's no longer about the schools I'll be accepted to, the dates I'll accept or turn down. It's no longer about deciding on the right career path, and passing the next big exam. That's all over now.
I think passing over that bump in the road was quite fun. It was oh-so-hard, and now it's gone and I miss it. Give me a moment to mourn while I get ready for the next hurdles in the short marathon that is life.