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so I just saw a photo of my oldest uncle who is in his 60s by now, grey hair, wrinkly old skin and eyes and an expression with no "life" at all.

I still remember 20 years ago, when I was 7, and he was in his 40s, still "oldcel" according to this site, but in real life a reasonable young man (not a grandpa), perfectly healthy.

Fresh brown hair, low bodyfat, pretty good facial features, always happy and lots of energy doing all kinds of projects and shit. 


It is so crazy when you grow older and you start to notice the differences in your parents/uncles looks as they get elderly, when you remember how they looked when you was a kiddo, the difference is truly astonishing. You "know" they are the same person, but they look so different.

We are all getting closer and closer to death, each and every second, Its really  fucked when you think about it.
 
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Legit. You don't even notice it much. You look the same you did they day before and mostly the same you did a year or two ago. And then you're late twenties and find some photos from your late teens or even early twenties and are like "wtf happened. How didn't I notice going from NW0 to 2. How didn't I notice my malar fat pads dropping over my cheeks. How didn't I notice my eyebrows becoming so sparse, my lower eyelids sagging, these first wrinkles ".
 
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thats not depressive at all its comforting knowing that eventually we will die and get the reward after death (paradise)

that parents age tho yes thats depressive
 

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Its really fucked

At old age when you have nothing fun to live for it’s best you have drugs/career/kids
 

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you guys are so pessimistic the only thing that sucks about 60 is if you didnt take care of your body. you will be able to travel fucks prostitutes and say what you want without being reprimanded when you are old
 
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viktor said:
you guys are so pessimistic the only thing that sucks about 60 is if you didnt take care of your body. you will be able to travel fucks prostitutes and say what you want without being reprimanded when you are old
Yup I don't get this whole obsession about LDAR just cause your not a chad. Looksmax as much as you can and if you still can't get the pusst you want just use hot escorts intead of feeling sad and settling with some ugly bitch
 

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viktor said:
you guys are so pessimistic the only thing that sucks about 60 is if you didnt take care of your body. you will be able to travel fucks prostitutes and say what you want without being reprimanded when you are old
Problem is your peanor stops working at 36. 

That is why doing "NoFap" is so stupid, it's like doing "NoNurse" from ages 0 to 1.
 

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Jfl wrinklyskin aging cope, I'm not gonna age like you ducks cuz I'm such a schlaya that not even old age wants to come near me cuz he gets mogged
 

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mrs said:
viktor said:
you guys are so pessimistic the only thing that sucks about 60 is if you didnt take care of your body. you will be able to travel fucks prostitutes and say what you want without being reprimanded when you are old
Problem is your peanor stops working at 36. 

That is why doing "NoFap" is so stupid, it's like doing "NoNurse" from ages 0 to 1.
no it doesnt lol
 

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Grandpa took a sip of his black tea, still pondering my question on aging. And without ever taking his eyes from the window, Grandpa then asked me a question. “Have you ever been in a hot shower when the water ran cold?”

I told him I had.

“That’s what aging feels like,” he said. “In the beginning of your life it’s like you’re taking a hot shower. At first the water is too warm, but you get used to the heat and begin enjoying it. When you’re young, you think it’s going to be this way forever. Life goes on like this for awhile.”

Grandpa gave me a mischievous grin and leaned in towards me. “And if you’re lucky,” he whispered, just out of Grandma’s earshot, “a few good looking women will join you in the shower until you decide to settle down.”

We both laughed. He leaned back in his chair, looked out the window and continued on.

“But you begin to feel it somewhere between your forties and fifties. The water temperature drops just the slightest bit. It’s almost imperceptible, but you know it happened and you know what it means. You try to pretend like you didn’t feel it, but you still turn the faucet up to stay warm. But the water keeps going lukewarm. One day you realize the faucet can’t go any further, and from here on out the temperature begins to drop — you gradually feel the warmth leaving your body.”

Grandpa cleared his throat and pulled a stained handkerchief from his flannel shirt pocket. He blew his nose, balled up the handkerchief and put it away.

“It’s a rather helpless feeling, truth told. The water is still pleasant, but you know it’ll soon become cold and there’s nothing you can do about it. I knew a few people in my time who decided to leave the shower on their own terms. They knew it was never going to get warmer, so why prolong the inevitable? I was able to stay in because I contented myself recalling the showers of my youth. I lived a good life, but still wish I hadn’t taken my younger years for granted. But it’s too late now, and no matter how hard I try, I’ll never get the hot water back on again.”



Grandpa kept looking out the window with those eyes that had seen ninety-one years on this Earth. Those eyes that endured the Great Depression in the thirties, those eyes that survived the Pacific Ocean in the forties, those eyes that witnessed the birth of his three children, five grandchildren, and seven great-grandchildren. He had indeed lived a good life, I thought to myself.

Later on that day, after we’d eaten dinner, I drove down to Home Depot and bought a bag of bird seed. I came back to the house, parked in the driveway and took the bag of seed out of the car. I opened the garage door and found a plastic bucket. I emptied the bucket and took it out to the yard with me, walking alone now.

The sun was setting, the twilight changing into night, but I followed the well worn brick path leading out to the pond, pulling any weeds I spotted along the way. When I came to the end of the path, I set the bucket and seed bag down, and lifted the bird feeder from the tree limb. I tore a tiny hole in the bag and poured the seed blend into the feeder. After it was full, I replaced the rooftop and hung the feeder back on the tree limb.
 

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Deliciadecu said:
mrs said:
It's already been cured, but you didn't care enough to research on time.

Bummer dude.
Tell me more about it  :shock:
The fountain of youth was actually invented in 1990 

By this person 

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Lotta people don't believe him, but the joke will be on those naysayers when they start to go Gray.
 
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