Genre: Humour/Humor & That’s Life
Knackered…. What does it even mean?
I am probably the definition of Knackered. Broken. Tired. Over the hill.
I think I have been around too long.
You do get worse for wear as you get older. Until you get there though, your teenaged feelings of invincibility slowly gets replaced with that unavoidable fact – that you did get old, just like those you once looked up to. Those that seemed to be born middle-aged. And of course, they were right, in many ways: It’s all downhill.
I’m not being pessimistic, I am telling it how it is – You Will Age: your body gets the hardest hit.
I can’t play tennis like I used to. Shit, I can’t even run for a bus like I did 5 years back. However, I may be knackered, but I sure as hell don’t have the mental maturity of a ** year old: Well, maybe in certain areas.
Young & Old. Half and half. 50% one way, 50% the other.
So, what can I do to improve the 50% that is old and tired?
How can I shift the percentages in favour of the young aspects of my personality and being?
How do I stop my body getting worse?
Life’s millions of questions.
And hindsight. What a beautiful thing, though incredibly unhelpful.
I think everyone is searching for the fountain of youth – one of life’s greatest quests shovelling up no successes to speak of.
And Anti-Ageing: How the heck can you ‘Un-Age’? I ask myself.
It doesn’t exist. Never has and never will. It’s a wasted effort. So save yourself a few quid.
I’m now well passed my sell-by-date. The time in your life, when as a teen you never thought would happen to you and come, does. Oh dear. Here it is.
Anyway. I’m knackered and I’m off to bed. What else can I say? I’ve reached middle-agedness.
I’ll get up a bit later today.
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