…. is not primarily about forgetting; it’s about forgetting whether or not you did something.
…. is about watching people make the same mistakes you did – and feeling powerless to stop them.
…. makes you realise that feminism is a curate’s egg, but ageism is ignored.
…. leaves us constantly surprised…especially when we look in the mirror.
…. is about realising that you’re cool when you no longer care whether you’re cool or not.
…. for blokes means feeling stiff in the mornings, except in the place you’d like to be.
…. for women means wondering why wrinkles only work for blokes.
…. brings a surfeit of wisdom, and a lack of the energy required to express it.
…. brings the realisation that you are planting trees for other people.
…. means being able to give children back to their parents.
…. gracefully is almost impossible; growing old disgracefully is much more fun.
…. involves coming to terms with that nagging pain in the joints, and activists who are a permanent pain in the arse.
…. is about making way for the new.
Shamelessly ‘Stolen’ from The Slog ‘At The End Of The Day’ Thanks John!
(De-Anglicised a little)