Reality can be harsh, especially so when you're forced to realize that you are just too old for a great many things. Oh...I know there are all the sayings that age is only a number or that you are as young as you think you are....but that is, by and large, bullshit. The body (and mind) I had when I was a kid is vastly different than the one I have now so many years later. I can't run all day everywhere I want to go like a child. I can't shoot hoops for a couple of hours with friends. I can't shrug off an all-nighter and go to work in the morning. I can't live off a diet of microwave burritos and coffee.
I can't do a lot of things I use to do because I'm too old.
That's not necessarily a bad thing. Most of the things I did while young were not good for me. My body was a lot more resilient so the damages took decades to accumulate to a point where I noticed. Now days, I can almost instantly feel the consequences of any abuse I give to my body. I eat a piece of crap food...I feel bloated and sick. I skip exercise....I feel jittery and moody. I don't get enough sleep...I'm pretty much useless. This type of almost instantaneous feedback keeps me on track in a way that being young never could.
Still play with toys and read comic books though. I'm old....not dead.
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