How to Feel like You're 25, Forever.
Old age doesn’t arrive suddenly. You don’t wake up one Monday morning to find your knees have stopped working, your hair has turned pure white or dropped out and that you can’t remember where you put your spectacles. A bit like dusk or a receding forehead. It’s more of a gradual thing.
In my own head, I’m still 25. I can still go out with friends and enjoy a glass of beer or two without falling over. I can still eat my own body weight in steak and lobster at The Palm or the fresh fish from Dukes in Malibu and stay up socializing til late – I’m often the last to leave the party and it’s only when the hosts turn the lights off that I get the hint that it’s perhaps time to leave. But what’s more, I like doing these things.
