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Then: I hit a record of 5 nights without sleep and only needed a boost of caffeine to keep my sanity, even on the 6th day!
Now: I can barely keep my eyes open if I had just 5 hours of sleep the previous night
Then: I used to party every weekend, on both Friday and Saturday nights and only needed Sunday to recover and rejuvenate myself for the week
Now: I yawn in clubs. At 11pm. 2 hours of clubbing will only lead to me lying in bed the next day nursing a so called hangover (which would have resulted from one beer)
Ok, listing it down is just depressing (not to mention, embarrassing). My point is, those things, I cannot control. And that's growing old.
What I fear is, the increase in responsibilities and wrinkles, and the decrease in speed and fun. But the consolation really lies in the fact that I can indeed control these things. Slap on some anti-wrinkle cream and learn how to manage the bills while still having loads of fun. Easy peasy. There, problem solved.
So, why am I still afraid of aging?