Growing old: And Accepting It

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I hate to admit it, but I'm growing older. I see and feel myself getting older, and no matter how much I tried to deny it, I know I'm growing old. It's one of the fact that everybody will face (if they are lucky). At an age of 29, not very old as many thinks, I deemed I'm growing older each day. There are many things that I find difficult to do, worse couldn't do anymore. It's now hard for me to climb a stair up to 6 floors (at my previous office) without breaking a sweat, nor it is easy for me to climb a scaffoldings from the side of a building. Now I can't finish a 50km marathon, which 5 years ago was quite easy for me. Though I got to admit I become less physically active for 3 years now. Most of the time I'm just seating, in a meeting, designing, planning, or creating a proposal. Not much physical work... But it is not just the physical aspect of life that I discern of growing old. In my psyche, I can fathom that I'm older. I'm a lot less impulsive as before, nor I am dangerously risky. A few years back, I could drive normally at 120kph to 150kph, heck I could go beyond 180kph at a whim. These days, I am disheartened to go beyond 100kph. I also ride big sports bike then, from 400cc to 1000cc and race them. Now riding a 125cc bike unnerves me. Yeah, it may be daunting to grow old. Nevertheless, there's no escaping it as long as I live. So rather than sulking about it, I prefer to look at it as a challenge. Getting more physically active again. And perhaps enjoying more life in a slow smooth way than rushing things around. Growing older made me think that I should savor each moment more deeply. And with acceptance, I am very grateful for the chance of growing old. Cheers to all! Memento Mori. ^_^