Aging fears: You're Not the Only One

Do u guys ever feel like we are just becoming parts of the machine? …

I think I might be a complete fraud. …

It’s 2am and the radiator is clicking in this overpriced apartment I’ve lived in forever and I keep thinking about how easy it is to let five years just slip through your fingers like sand. …

It's 2 AM and I'm sitting on the floor of my dad's bathroom because he fell again and then yelled at me for "embarrassing him" by helping him up. …

I don't know why this is bothering me tonight, it's just one of those nights where the house feels too big and the crickets are too loud, you know how it is in these small towns when the sun goes… …

I’m dropping into the Warzone with three teenagers from Ohio who call me "beast" and "cracked" because I can hit a headshot from five hundred meters with a sniper rifle. …

I’m 59, almost 60, and I’m out here driving for the delivery apps until the early hours because the rent went up again and there's no such thing as a "day off" when you're freelance. …

They do not see the hollowed-out parts. …

I am fifty-one now and my body feels like old wood that is about to snap and I try to look like I know what I am doing but I am just tired all the time and my son tells me I need to move more so I… …

The Embody Ergonomic. …

i am 69 years old and i am sitting in my car after a six hour shift at the mall and i am just... …

I’m sitting here on this floor—the actual hardwood, mind you, because the movers took the rocker yesterday—and it’s nearly 2 in the morning and my joints are SCREAMING but I can’t stop... …

Like I spent forty years in a suit and tie climbing the corporate ladder and worrying about my Q3 projections and my KPIs and I was the guy who always had the answers in the boardroom but I never… …

I’m sitting here at two in the morning, seventy-six years old and still looking at a damn bruise on my thigh like it’s a death sentence. …

I’ve been the "fitness guy" in this area since before the highway was paved over by the old mill, back when people actually worked with their hands instead of just wanting to look like they do for… …

I am 76 today and still doing courier runs for $14 an hour—

I wanted to shake him until those swollen ankles gave out and tell him that he’s being a coward, not a hero. …

Hundreds of them, some cracked from the cold and others dripping with expensive leather, all reaching for the same glittery ornaments and overpriced candles. …

Henderson and that was considered professional but now I’m hiding five-milligram oxycodone tablets like I’m some kind of criminal in a beige cardigan just to get through the afternoon filing without… …

I keep looking at my left forearm, just past the wrist where the hair gets thin, and there's this patch that started out the size of a pine knot but it's changed its hue lately, more of a charred… …