It seems to go quicker with age. I'll be a pensioner in about two weeks and dead a week after that. I look at art lessons and videos and stuff and get momentarily inspired to practice but then I remember I'm already too old to become good so what's the point. I've missed the fucking boat. I used to envision the old version of myself and the present version as being two entirely different people for some reason, as though the old one would somehow have dead good social skills and a good life and stuff. Only recently realised that old us = present us, but older.