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Admittedly, I haven't been fully confronting the reality of my age. Not because I'm afraid of mortality or trying to outrun it, but because growing older never hit me the way I thought it eventually would. At least not until recently. Something about entering my mid-30s has made aging feel less like a milestone and more like a slow awareness of simply existing under expectations I never fully agreed to. Society tends to treat life like a sequence of checkpoints, measuring people against a rigid timeline as if there's a correct order to becoming someone worthwhile. But I drifted from that path , n ot exactly out of defiance, but mostly through a mix of circumstances and my own poor choices. I couldn't say it's worked out fine, or confidently claim that I've only benefited from it. That would make me a liar . Becaus e we live in a system that rewards productivity above almost everything else, and I've never really been someone who fits neatly into that ...