Aging Gracefully

"Growing old is like being increasingly penalised for a crime you have not committed."

Anthony Powell was right. It's a gradual process that, unmonitored, can sneak up on you in one almighty rush. I don't mind the wrinkles. They add character. Behold Robert Redford - he looks like someone's favourite leather satchel these days, and yet he still exudes that boyish charm. Even the sudden materialisation of grey hair doesn't upset me. This is mainly because it seems to be happening only at my temples, and that adds a certain distinction (notice how my eye only barely twitched as I typed that).

Sadly, that's not the end of my mortality crisis. Not by half. While the fading colour of my hair doesn't bother me, the diminishing thickness of it does. Very much so. I feel like a South American rainforest being cleared by conscience-free corporations. I could swear that yesterday I looked in the mirror and all I saw was lush thriving rainforest. Now it seems my rainforest is being invaded by patches of harsh tundra.

Maybe I need to bury my head in fertilser for a while.