Getting Older…

Getting older. I never thought about counting down.

I always felt young. And, in many ways, I still do.

The pace has changed. I don’t run as fast as I once did. There are wrinkles I would probably prefer not to have, and the body quietly reminds me that everything is changing.

But somehow, inside my own mind, I still feel like the same person.

Maybe even better.

Did I ever imagine being 60?

Not really.

I only knew one thing: I never wanted to wake up one day at that age and realise I had not truly lived.

And now, here I am.

A little rounder. A little more tired. Hair is not quite as generous as it used to be. The outside has changed.

But the inside?

Still curious. Still searching. Still wanting to experience more.

Perhaps this is the final chapter. Or maybe it is simply another beginning.

The questions come more often now.

What do I still want to do?What can I leave behind?What will remain when I am no longer here?

The questions are endless.

And yet, the answer remains the same as it has always been:

Carpe Diem.

Seize the day.

Not because time is running out.

Because time is happening now.