On the subject of ageing

I am sixty. I don’t feel I am sixty. Maybe that’s the problem. Perhaps its the legacy of having lived 60 years. But of late….I feel my age. I am slower these days, rounder and less nimble than I used to be. I am also less inclined to changes….I much prefer things to be the way they have always been. This is a revelation of sorts. These subtle changes compel me to pause thru the course of the day. I ask questions like – will things get worse from this point onwards? Its a revelation because I have always taken my well being largely for granted. Intact since my teens till now, I have always harbored the belief – my life would never ever change….but change it has and I for my part must come to terms with it.

No. I don’t have any health issues, touch wood. By and large I can still run 5 km without even breaking sweat…..or maybe that’s hopeful thinking at work here….perhaps i will prove it by doing something really dangerous today. Yes, if i can manage that without shitting bricks that would probably shake me out from my imagined fears and anxiety.

I will eat a greasy plate of Char Kueh Teow (fried vermicillin).