It was an attempt to seize the day, the old carpe diem. I was looking forward to a gift in the mail, rose and showered early. Then as I dressed, saw the wrinkles on my bared arm, and the massive burden of the weight of time suddenly struck me full force.
I feel no older than I did ten years ago. It’s funny how you can fool yourself into one way of thinking, but the hollowness of the area around a still strong muscle lacked the radiance of youth. Was my body really this old? A profusion of awareness invaded and no longer patronized my thoughts. Unsurprisingly you might think, I was smacked in the face with reality; yes, this is me, this is my aging body. The attributes of youth are definitely gone. My mind seems to have put this aside, deluding me.