Thoughts on impermanence.

[icarus]

It occurs to me that my birthday is coming soon.

It occurs to me that I'm coming up on 40.

It occurs to me that if I live till I'm 80, that's the half-way point.

It occurs to me that my dad's health issues started when he was in his early 60s.

So it occurs to me that I really, conservatively, have 25 years left where I can (hopefully) function as I do now. (Yes, I know many spry people in their 70s and 80s and my grandfather was one of them, though he was an early health nut and took better care of his body than I have.)

Hmm.

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[enname.livejournal.com]

I drift along with no sense of time or scale or age really. My age is there but I never feel it, never remember it and kind of get suprised when I realise that it is supposed to measure passing time. It measures time but I never really think that I am that age, just that I am now I suppose. Now and then nothing. Or now and insanity. Seeing as how all of my grandparents have had either senile dementia/alzheimers, I figure I have until my sixties before going stark raving mad. Better use it before I lose it. Tell the truth I'd be pleasantly suprised to die before losing my mind.

Twenty-five years is still a quarter of a century. Not precisely a short span of time, even if it also is only brief. Gah. I suck at this linear business.