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I don’t remember my age

When I was younger, I had the full control of numbers. If someone woke me up at night and asked how old I was, I would immediately reply.

Not anymore. After I turned 30, something happened to me. Either it is an aging factor, which caused me the related memory problem or… it is the form of protection from understanding that years go by so fast.

If someone asks my age now, I have a black out. Heavy thinking starts, and I try to recollect the exact figures.

Interestingly, I also feel young, younger that I actually am. I feel that the whole life is still ahead. In general, this is a good and positive feeling. Yet, I postpone things, pursuing myself that some things can be achieved later. No rush now. I believe that the dream will come true some day in future, forgetting that future is now…

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