Entering Late-Middle/Early-Old age isn’t so bad.
True, everything is going a little dead. When I was young it was very uncomfortable to hold ice in my hand, you know, a little too cold. Now I have no trouble holding ice, even that really dry, cold ice, for quite a little while. (No, not actual dry-ice, I haven’t tried that yet.) Feeling going a little dead, I suppose.
Vision goes, hearing goes, hair goes, skin-elasticity goes, teeth go, joints, hearts, livers, everything. And any of those old rich guys married to young beauty queens who tell you that not everything is going dead are lying. That’s going dead too.
But I’m not dead yet. Look for the good.