Age Quietly to Yourselves

In the face of relentless attacks and unwarranted stalking, I find it necessary to remind those who continue this behaviour that the consequences of their actions will not go unnoticed. If you choose to hide in the shadows and take aim, be prepared for a response you might not expect. Just because you may perceive me as vulnerable doesn’t mean I am; my resilience runs deeper than the surface. My teeth remain intact, a testament to my strength, and any assumptions about my health or vitality are not only misguided but also dangerously incorrect.
I am not withered, nor do I allow the passage of time to dictate how I feel or present myself to the world. The youthful energy within me is as vibrant as ever—an undeniable force that belies any illusions you may have crafted around me. So, don’t let your newfound bravado cloud your judgment; there is often more to a person than meets the eye. I may prefer to keep a low profile, but that doesn't mean I lack the power or capability to rise above and reclaim my space when necessary.
You may think your tactics give you an upper hand, but usually, it is I who holds the higher ground. Your arrogance could be your downfall, and while you play your petty games, remember that I am not just a target; I am a force to be reckoned with. Don’t mistake my patience for weakness. For every attack, there will be a retaliation, and it is crucial for you to understand that the scales are not tipping in your favour. 😡

Aging is a natural part of life, yet the visible signs of it often evoke a strong aversion in many people. The wrinkles, the greying hair, and the inevitable decline of physical vitality can serve as stark reminders of our mortality, which is perhaps why I find aging so unpalatable. It feels as if each year brings a new layer of physical deterioration that I would rather not confront just yet.

Observing loved ones and peers as they navigate these changes often amplifies my discomfort; their struggles serve as a harbinger of what lies ahead for all of us. This realisation strengthens my resolve to resist the aging process for as long as possible, preferring to cling to a youthful appearance and vibrant energy that feels increasingly elusive.
In a society that often equates aging with decline, it's easy to understand why I, too, harbour these sentiments. I am not ready to surrender to the inevitabilities of growing older; I seek to maintain a semblance of control over my own life, even if that means resisting the signs of age that many accept with demeanor. Each wrinkle and blemish seems not just a sign of time passing but a challenge to your identity and lack of vitality, not mine. Therefore, my decision to avoid the aging process for now is not simply a superficial whim but a deeply rooted desire to hold onto the essence of who I am in my prime. Not joining losers in imploring it.