Time

As you get deeper into your older years it feels like you hear daily of another cousin or teenage classmate who has passed away .... people who you grew up with. And you still very much remember the times when they were young and alive and vital and taking part in all the rituals of youth, and this steady succession or progression of passing wasn't even considered as an eventual outcome or possibility. 

And you realize it happens to everyone but you're still in this semi-state of shock and continuously asking yourself: 'How is this possible and how did we even get to this point?' Shouldn't it feel like it took a while longer to get here? Shouldn't the time have passed by a little slower?

And you wonder who will be next and who will survive to be last. 

And the flashbacks remain.

When you're young it seems as if you'll be young forever. And you looked at older people and couldn't imagine that they were ever young, and those senior years will never happen to you. But before you know it you find out how wrong you are/were. And it's funny how time almost seemed to stand still back then when you were in the middle of it all but now it feels like it flashed by.

And it's frustrating and confusing and unfair .... and there is no preparation for this point in reality and maybe you'll just wake up to find that it was all a bad dream...... But that never happens.

And I believe that older people who say they never think about these things are undoubtedly lying.

And maybe it's changing the topic a bit but while I freely use the word, 'older' I refuse to use the word, old.' ..... well except in a self-effacing joking type of manner while hoping it causes another person to chuckle or laugh.