The realisation that I am getting old and tired comes from the cynicism. Many things once were adventurous and exciting, now are like chores.
Taking a walk in the light rain is overrated. Nursing a cold afterwards kills all romantic notion.
Love making on the beach is overrated. Dealing with cleaning the collected sand is a chore of the century.
Staying up to watch the midnight firework at a vantage point is overrated. Fighting a spot to lay on a picnic rug to wait for hours to watch the fireworks is time consuming and value inapt.
Real comfort now comes from resting a cuppa on my gut and watching true crimes in my pajamas.
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