growing old

Back back

Slowing metabolism

Creaky knees*

Aches and pains

Growing old really isn't much fun. Didn't use to take so long to recover from things like: exercise, cramps... or even remembering things. These days I feel like a sloth, and have been certified by my doc as obese!!! I thank my polycystic ovary syndrome.

I'm turning 40 in two years. OMG. I don't feel that old, and yet I will be. 1/2 my life has gone by.

I heard on radio, this lady who wrote a book about getting old - how the body does but the mind doesn't. I have a feeling when I am 80, I'll feel this way too. These days thoughts of aethism has kinda set in. When I was younger, my dad would force me to go pray at temples. And of course when you grew older, parents can't force you to do something you didn't want to. Or believed in. And it didn't help that I was in a Methodist school. I even believed in God for a while *shudder*. These days I think I can believe that there is no god. Not a Christian one, nor a buddhist one. Or any other kind for that matter.

We are a outcome of colliding atoms, particles and masses. I believe that there is no afterlife... Which brings me back to my point of this post - mortality. I have only this one chance to make good how should i spend it? Enslaved in a job I absolutely resent. A job that takes away time from me and my family?

Time to reallynthink hard


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