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or there is good stuff?
regards | | My right arm hurts eveyday, my father in law need another hip operation, bone grinding on bone and the aches are very bad | | There's not much good about getting older | Kids
Retirement
Being able to harp on about the 'good old days'
Knowing what existence without smart phones actually is | the aches are very bad
I know for a fact that passionfruit leaf tea helps with muscle aches. | I know for a fact that passionfruit leaf tea helps with muscle aches.
A full field of passionfruit wouldn't help with age muscle aches.
Apart from random pains and that you are closer to death I don't find anything that sucks about getting old, I love my experienced and developed brain. :p | The good thing is you've experienced life and many of its challenges. It's the feeling that you've paid your dues, and you no longer have to be swayed by the whims of others and whatever circumstances, especially if you have a good career. At my age, I already am starting to feel quite free of concern for others' opinions.
The bad thing is our human bodies were designed to physically peak in mid to late 20s and in all ways, we start the downward slope mid 30s. You can flatten the slope to some extent if you're privileged and disciplined but it's inevitably heading in only one direction. Maybe 200 years ago, people didn't have the worry about aging because death from disease was so common. But now people live to 90s with a diet of 15+ medications and there's all sorts of wonderful life saving surgeries. I just scrubbed into one such case less than an hour before writing this. I remember my mom was found to have a fibroid uterus one day at the age of 37 and had a total hysterectomy that same week which very well saved her life. I am so grateful to live in this era where she is approaching 60 soon. But yeah, some time ago, no person in the world had the skill to perform this surgery safely but now I get to see her aging. And thank goodness for that. I'd like to think people feel the same when we treat their loved one with malignant cancer and they bounce back to their normal lifestyle. | I agree
Getting older mostly has positives, though the main negatives can vary quite a lot in their severity and therefore their impact
1 - Physical degradation - the main negative, which while it starts pretty mild, is generally accumulative. The psychological impact of this should not be discounted, look at how many people who link physical form with self confidence etc and so need all sorts of things to maintain self happiness as this inevitably declined. Fortunately I grew up as a ginger nerd with bad teeth, I learned very quickly to get my self esteem from other avenues, though some of that was from physical prowess, which is noticeably waning.
2 - Mental degredation - Loss of neural plasticity is a think. It is not just sleep deprivation compared to when I was younger, but objectively I am less sharp than I was. This is currently compensated with a greater knowledge and skill base than when I was younger, though again, this balance has only one direction to go in
3 - Responsibility- You start off your journey of life with no responsibility and are free without care. As you age you get a wife/husband, kids, more of a senior job, a house and all the financial stuff that goes with that, there is always a part of you that cannot fully relax as one has so many things depending upon you and your actions being correct and for the good of all. This will however decrease again as financial security is gained, kids grow up and leave the house, you take a step down in your job and start to have free time and hobbies again.
So 1+2 just get steadily worse, while point 3 gets worse, then better | The Shape I Am In
There's nothing the matter with me,
I'm just as healthy as can be,
I have arthritis in both knees,
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
All my teeth have had to come out,
And my diet I hate to think about.
I'm overweight and I can't get thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
And arch supports I need for my feet...
Or I wouldn't be able to go out in the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I'm all right.
My memory's failing, my head's in a spin...
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Old age is golden I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder, as I go to bed.
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
And my glasses on a shelf, until I get up.
And when sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself,
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
The reason I know my Youth has been spent,
Is my get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went!
But really I don't mind, when I think with a grin,
Of all the places my get-up has been.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name is missing, I'm therefore not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and jump back into bed.
The moral of this as the tale unfolds,
Is that for you and me, who are growing old....
It is better to say "I'm fine" with a grin,
Than to let people know the shape we are in. | | Love it Miles | | It's better to get old than not. ;) | I am still young
born in 1989 | What sucks about getting old?
Nothing. Not a sound, not a sigh, Just wisdom wrapped in lullaby.
You sharpen, you dim, you slowly unfold, Like parchment burned and stories told.
Each breath is dust, each step is slow, Where silence thickens, shadows grow.
The scythe is near—no longer shy— Its whisper tucked beneath the sky.
You see it glint. You feel it hum. You know the place where dreams grow numb.
One push, one slip, the final slide, No rage, no fight—just death as guide.
But here’s the truth: This path is kissed, By aching peace and gentle mist.
The end, it sings—it does not moan, It waits for you in undertone.
Wrapped in hush, in velvet breath, Sweet bliss disguised as noble death. | | Ozzy died so that sucks. | | People who you knew when you were younger start dying, yeah | When Time Sings Low (Secret Anonymous Composition)
What hurts about the growing years?
Not just the aches or hidden tears
It’s finding echoes where you stood
And craving joy you thought was good.
The mirror keeps a younger smile
Then trades it slowly, style by style.
Old friends grow ghosts in quiet ways,
You talk to silence more these days.
You see young lovers pass with grace
And feel a flicker in their place
Not envy, just a wistful breeze
Of hearts that danced with greater ease.
The laughter comes, but not as light,
It lingers longer in the night.
You wish for touch, not just the skin
But something soft and deep within.
The days grow short, but strangely wide,
With space for all you kept inside.
You treasure slowness, find it kind
Though sometimes miss your racing mind.
Time holds your hand as if to guide,
But knows it can't turn back the tide.
Still, there's a peace in growing old
In stories shared and hands you hold.
Now age becomes a quiet art,
A memory carried in the heart.
And though the light begins to bend,
You learn to love without an end. |
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