I've been having a hard time growing older at 33
I have this view of myself and other men as as rigid, gruff, and stiff—like cracked leather, once soft and now hardened by time and weather.”
Like sun-dried hides—toughened by exposure, no longer able to bend.”
Weather-beaten and clenched, as if joy would shatter them.”
Their softness fossilized into formality.”
Their bodies upright, but their spirits curled inwards like dried bark.”
Solid, not from strength, but from years of holding in too much.”
The more time passes I feel like time is kidnapping my younger self against my will and dragging me along into an old man's body and the societal expectations that come with it.
I look at other people like myself and older and wonder how the hell do they do it. How do they live with themselves with their youth trapped in a cage of an older body.
Like sun-dried hides—toughened by exposure, no longer able to bend.”
Weather-beaten and clenched, as if joy would shatter them.”
Their softness fossilized into formality.”
Their bodies upright, but their spirits curled inwards like dried bark.”
Solid, not from strength, but from years of holding in too much.”
The more time passes I feel like time is kidnapping my younger self against my will and dragging me along into an old man's body and the societal expectations that come with it.
I look at other people like myself and older and wonder how the hell do they do it. How do they live with themselves with their youth trapped in a cage of an older body.
31-35, M
