Im getting old. I have a bad back. My knees grind whenever I take the stairs. My hair has receded clear off my scalp entirely. Im starting to really feel the slow physical degradation that goes along with the aging process, every day of my life.

I tell myself that age is a construct, that it means nothing, that it has only the power you grant it. This is true to some extent, and while reminding myself of that does help, it only gets me so far. There is no denying my exterior travel casing is...