Getting old

Getting old is not one of those things I’m looking forward to anymore. Oh, yes, dear reader, I used to look forward to getting older. As a kid, I couldn’t wait to be able to drive a car, make some money, live the life that I wanted to live. I couldn’t wait to be free.

The joke was on me, however. You don’t become freer by getting older. You get tied down to more and more responsibilities when you get older. I was the freest when I was a child. My only job then was to go to school and get good grades. Heck, I didn’t really have to get good grades!

As I got older, more and more responsibilities cape upon me. First, it was chores around the house. Then came my younger siblings. Then a job. Then college and a job. Then another job. Then another job after that. Then relationships. Then a car. Making money to pay rent.

The list goes on and on.

Tonight, a very old woman told me that her husband was receiving hospice care at their home. She said this very, very sadly. I don’t know much else about their life together, but I bet it must be killing her to know that she has to let go. I bet it’s not helping him either.

Now that I’ve met my wife, I don’t want to get old. I don’t want to let go.

I'm a fourth-year doctoral candidate in the Doctor of Public Health program at the Johns Hopkins University Bloomberg School of Public Health. All opinions posted here are my own, of course, and they do not necessarily reflect the opinions of my school, employers, friends, family, etc. Feel free to follow me on Twitter: @EpiRen