I think its scary growing old. I'm not talking about growing up and working and stuff. I'm kinda already working so duhh. It's like when you get old and age is catching up on you. It's sorta like one moment you're strong, sharp and agile and the next moment your memory is failing and every single thing you do leaves you worn out and drained. All that you know and all that you can do is suddenly not possible anymore. All you are, is just a living shadow of your past glory.

It's depressing to me that you can't do the things you were once so able to do. Just lifting things requires assisstance. Leaving you with the sense of helplessness.

And the knowledge that you possess. The years of experience and wisdom dies with you when not pass on.

All that's left is just memory and people talking about when there was a time when you had superhuman abilities.

What DO you do with their belongings? Their comb, their radio, their pillows? Do you throw them away? Do you keep them for memory sake?

I'm not saying like i'm afraid of growing old or anything. That's silly. Growing old is an inevitable cycle of life. Unless i go on a grueling search for the Fountain of Youth, of course. It's just the inability to clean after myself that i would want to avoid.