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Suddenly I am balding and my hair's whitening
I am wrinkling and gaining fat in odd places
becoming saggy and my stomach's distending
Years have flown by...
I squint your eyes trying to see through the thick lens
looking through the window at the trees swaying from side to side in a distance
dancing to the unsteady beat of the wind

I am healthy and for my age, I am looking great.
But time ticks buy, ever so dutifully
So in my mind, death lingers on like a dark shadow
following me and my thoughts...
the reality of mortality stairs back at me blankly...

In my old mind...
I try to think about what really matters to me
What is important

Money?
Spouse(s)?
Love(s)?
Child(ren)?
Former Boss?
Bully back in Primary School?
Piece of land?
Phd?
God(s) and my relation with him(them)? If any.
Friend(s)? Foe(s)?
My vehicle(s)?
Achievement(s)?
What I did and didn't do?

Everything seems to fall in place
It is now very lucid
I now know...
What really mattered
And I am not sure whether I am regretting, being vain or just having a thought.
It doesn't matter...

nothing really matters now.

<<<<<<>>>>>>>

Swing back many years later. And now is this year.
I am young and full of vim.
With a mind and a will.

Everything matters.

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