I'm still waiting for this mythical contentment to kick in. I'm mid-fifties now and bloody hate getting older and not being able to; see as well, hear as well,

I'm still waiting for this mythical contentment to kick in. I'm mid-fifties now and bloody hate getting older and not being able to; see as well, hear as well, work as hard, exercise as hard as I used to. [not being able to have long hair any more thanks to the dreaded MPB was another kick in the knackers] All in all, I'm finding beginning the descent into old age to be a thoroughly depressing experience.