They tell you things get better as you get older, but that’s not true. You hope, and believe, that time will heal you, that the changes you face will force you to also change, but that’s not true either.
As I begin to see and experience signs of aging, I realize it’s my last opportunity to get better. I would take medication, see a therapist, meditate when I wanted to, and then when I didn’t I would stop and think “someday”.
But…there will never be a someday. There will never be a perfect moment in time when the universe says “this is it.” If I ever want to live life properly I’m going to have to silence every voice inside telling me to give up, and that scares me the most because the voice is so sweet to hear.