This aging process is a weird thing.
I look at my friends, those within five years of my age on either side and I see lines forming. Grey hairs too.
Some of my friends have kids. Kids! We're not old enough for that!
And we all seem to have jobs, and some are married, have mortgages. And injuries. Oh the injuries.
Backs, necks, knees.
I don't know. What will it be like to be 60? 80? 90? What will it be like to look at a best friend and see an older person?
What will it be like when friends start to pass on...
This is all very strange and surreal, this being human... aging... life.
But for now I'll just type away at my keyboard and enjoy whatever today's going to bring.