The myriad of differences between being long-lived versus living.

The day has come years too early; the one where one walks along a sidewalk of a crowded street and sees an eighty-year-old woman walking to the same beat, with the same fallen shoulders, with the same look of constant apprehension that he or she has oneself.

I discovered today that I walk from destination to destination completely reliant on this woman's cane.

I discovered today that I cannot smile without feeling my cheeks stiffen.

I discovered today that I have been robbed of years and years. While those who have lived as long as I begin to stiffen in their fingers and knees, I will have already began stirring in my grave.