26/02/2026
Growing old and living a long life is a privilege, and not everyone is lucky enough to have it.
For Instagram we choose our best photos, taken from the best angles. And that’s exactly what I’ve just done. But honestly, the past years in emigration have drawn wrinkles on my face and left shadows under my eyes. I won’t even mention the growing number of gray hair.
I’ve started to notice that the subway car is full of people who are clearly younger than me and who still have everything ahead of them. This year my daughter has almost grown as tall as I am. And I find myself in a constant comparison with women my age who look younger in their Instagram photos.
But the hardest part is how quickly time passes. I keep asking myself whether I set my priorities right, whether I am truly making the best possible use of the time given to me. These thoughts often prevent me from simply resting and doing nothing, instead of constantly running somewhere and trying to prove something (to others and to myself). The happiest people I’ve known were able to remain curious about life at any age and to live for the process rather than the result. At the same time, self-indulgence sometimes feels to me like an even greater fault than strict perfectionism.
Artists are said to provide answers, but in my case, I ask too many questions to which I don’t always have answers myself. I simply want a happy, full life for myself, and I wish the same for you.
And one day, may we all grow old🫶
