Stop Blaming Your Age for Your Life

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I have gone through my twenties and am midway through my thirties.

Getting older has never been a point of contention for me. Getting older has barely even ever received even more than a nod of acknowledgement from me.

Oh, thirty-four you are leaving? Well, so long, we had a decent run, see you never and welcome thirty-five.

I am who I am. I am thirty-five and I look thirty-five.

Am I judging people who modify their appearance to appear or feel like they appear younger?

I am not angry with my age.

Looks?

There are still things on my list I would like to accomplish or push my body to do:

As for changes to my look?

I am not trying to be the best-looking person in the room.

I do not get angry with age because the older I get the less of shit I (am trying to) give about the things, people and events which do not matter and focus far more attention on the things which do.

I have learned that you can spend a whole lifetime trying to be the richest, sexiest, smartest, funniest, loudest person in every room you ever enter, while also being the most hollow person on the inside.

I have learned that silence is better than shouting.

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