While the first attacks of aging are still weak, almost questionable,
the thirty-year-old ignores them like we politely turn down an afternoon walk.
This feeling of a fly circling around our face, while we are busy looking elsewhere…
The attacks are gaining strength and the forty-year-old is already struggling to avoid them. His shrugs are no longer enough. He tries to embody the thirty-year-old he was in order to send aging marks play further for a while longer.
If he still manages to scare a little, to make them take a step back for a moment, the counter-strategic attempts are less and less impactful and increasingly costly.
In 20 years, 30 years from now… I imagine he won’t even be wrestling anymore. Not even trying.
So what is aging and where does it occur?
Are the attacks growing too violent ?
Does our strength to fight back inevitably fade out ?
Notes & Silence 
From the standpoint of my late 50’s, no idea when it happens, but you learn that comfort and peace should be pursued at the cost of e everything the world would have you hold important.
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