...old mask...

I´m afraid of getting older.
I don´t want the ugly mask of ageing cover my real ego.
I´m afraid more and more.
There´s no sense in ageing. It´s the way of nature, and we have to go through it, mostly unprepared. Lured into old age by the industry insinuating that at our old age we could do things we always wanted to do, with shining (third) teeth, smiles over all of the face.

Blah blah,
that mask is cruelty in person.

I´d never have thought that this would become an isssue some day, a very serious issue. I´m not afraid of dying, but I´m very afraid of becoming old.