In a couple of months I turn 50 years old. I don't feel 50 - not physically, and certainly not mentally. Hell, in a lot of respects, mentally I'm still 18 years old, and that's not hyperbole or exaggeration.
As I get close to this milestone, I'm struck seeing my high school and college friends and other age cohorts and how they're aging, and the diversity is amazing. Some look like they just stepped out of my high school year book (and a couple of them are grandparents). Some, on the other hand, look twenty years senior to their age.
It just goes to show the difference in lives - how they're lived (stress, alcohol, drugs, exercise, etc.) and what happens in them (loss, abuse, work, heath care, etc.), and how all of that manifests itself in how we look and feel.
I've lived a very good and had a very fortunate first 50 years. I hope that my appearance in some ways belies some of the blessings I have been fortunate enough to receive.
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