
samz
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Growing old without love or comfort is one of the most brutal truths. The age pill hits different when you realize that youth is gone forever—it never comes back. Every year that passes, the body changes, energy fades, and the window for certain experiences closes permanently. What’s lost isn’t just time, but possibility.
People always say “the best days are yet to come”—but I can already imagine being 30, telling myself that, while deep down knowing the peak passed quietly years ago. When you’re alone, it only gets worse: no one to share memories with, no one to soften the decay. The silence grows heavier with each birthday.
"It will get better bro!" "The best days are yet to come" "I will just become a millionaire bro"
If your not a mogger in your youth, if you don't have elite bone structure in your youth you can work hard as much as you want once your older it's over because you will only look worse. After 30 you only look worse.
People always say “the best days are yet to come”—but I can already imagine being 30, telling myself that, while deep down knowing the peak passed quietly years ago. When you’re alone, it only gets worse: no one to share memories with, no one to soften the decay. The silence grows heavier with each birthday.
"It will get better bro!" "The best days are yet to come" "I will just become a millionaire bro"
If your not a mogger in your youth, if you don't have elite bone structure in your youth you can work hard as much as you want once your older it's over because you will only look worse. After 30 you only look worse.