[HoneyBadger]

I'm old, but I have all my hair-thin though it may be in places, and none of it is grey. So I am thankful.

I've always been too fat, I've always had joint pain, I've never had enough energy, so these are nothing new to me-and I've learned better ways of coping with them, over those years.

I wear my glasses all the time, and shoes more often, and I'm cold more often. I have to exercise more, for less benefit. Those things might have bothered me, but they don't.

The hair growing from my ears like a malevolent Pangaea Dominion is new, and does bother me a little, because my ears aren't cold, so what is the point?

I seem to lose more than I used to, to fail more, at things I really want to succeed at, than I used to. That's the worst thing.

I might have taken over the world when I was young, but now all I want is to live well, within it. And I find that I can be contented, where before I could not. I can enjoy moments for themselves, rather than always looking to the next three things. It's still rare, but it happens. That's pretty fine.