Eighty-five years—
And now I die,
A child of eighty-five years.

It's interesting to look into an old persons eyes. You can clearly see their soul which is actually young. Everything else might be decrepit about them but not the soul. It's just a person stuck in a failing vessel.

I think I'm not afraid of death all that much but getting old is a wild thing to wrap ones head around. I remember when I was younger that at some point I started noticing people close to me like relatives and my parents getting older. They started to complain and talk about different ailments more often as time went on. The decay became very noticeable.

I'm turning 41 pretty soon and even though I'm probably around the one percentile of all male general population in terms of health and fitness stuff is still starting to break down one by one. It started slowly around the age 30 and is only accelerating. Some of it is self inflicted.

So for posterity I'm going to list down all the things that bother me in no particular order:

• Both knees have chronic patellar tendonitis.
• Finger ligaments in both palms have weird growths on them that are starting to limit the movement of the ring fingers.
• Left leg has growth on toe ligaments.
• Left ankle has limited mobility because of an old injury.
• Left elbow has something wrong with the joint. Sometimes it seems like it almost wants to dislocate.
• Right shoulder is busted.
• Neck cracks excessively and has random shots of pain when turning head sharply.
• Hair is noticeably thinning.
• I get acid reflux when eating fatty foods.
• Prostate seems to be starting to act up.
• Eyesight has floaters but luckily vision is more or less intact.
• Skin is starting to look old all over and getting noticeable wrinkles on face.
• Hair growth in weird places.