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Am I Too Old? Are You? What Can We Do About It?
What Does “Too Old” Even Mean?
I am 54 now, not in particularly great health, riddled with ailments like an old skirting board slowly succumbing to woodworm.
I have achieved nothing of real note in my life, aside from having a great family life, 2 well-raised, well-rounded daughters and a lady who is my very best friend; no one else comes remotely close.
You may have noticed the intriguing name of this channel, page? Profile? wall? … Erm… What is the correct parlance for this? I’m still unsure.
Back to the point, Steven, focus, follow the cursor, do the tippy-tappy thing on the keyboard!
Whatever it is called, my chosen name is:
Deathbed to six-pack.
This relates to the point of my life I find myself at; having cheated death on a couple of occasions, I now wonder what I am capable of.
(Or, as I choose to assume, Am I utterly immortal?)
No really? What could I really achieve if I set my sights high, hold myself accountable, follow through with what I know to be right?
If I muster up the resolve, discipline and necessary effort to become ‘more’.
whatever that oh-so-vague proposition of ‘more’ even means.
