Sir Sean Connery once said this great sentence: "Some age, others mature". I still don't know in which part of the sentence I am...


What I know is that I'm indeed getting old, but not necessarily aging or maturing. And I don't know this by finding some white hair in my head (yes, I've already found some). I know this by finding out that some nice teachers I had in high school are dead. Two of them have just died. One died last month and the other one a few days ago. I also know that I'm getting old by finding out that very nice places where I used to hang out when I was younger, don't exist anymore. Places where I used to go with my girlfriends for example, also don't exist anymore. They're all memories now...


Now, may I ask you a question Sir Sean Connery: Can we mature without aging?


While I wait for your answer, I'll keep thinking and trying to figure out how I managed to waste 28 years of my life...


Oh, and by the way, I'm also currently avoiding unecessary social interaction at the moment. (Yes Ana, your cousin is a very wise bloke!)