When I turned 70, I sat in my favorite chair, looked back at my life, and whispered to myself,
“So… this is the beginning of the final stretch.”
And slowly, the truths I had avoided all my life began to surface.
Kids? They’re busy writing their own story.
Health? Slips away faster than sand through open fingers.
The government? Just headlines, promises, and numbers that never change your daily reality.
Aging doesn’t hurt your body first — it hurts your illusions.
So I sat down with myself and carved out a handful of bitter but necessary truths.
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