I could sense how the gravity is starting to pull its weight on me. On my skin, my face has developed wrinkles under the eyes, eye bags gone deeper, moisturizer is not just an option but already a must. The bruises that I develop used to heal faster and does not mark. I easily get weary of basic chores. Reading of essay paper has been cut down to 2 pages a night. Sleep is not coming easily, but when it does I just get up easily as well. Recognizing the color green takes some minutes. Laughing too often threatens my hurt, and so does too much grieving. The force of almost everything is as weary and calming as everything. I miss how I help my nephews and niece on their term papers, but now I feel futile that I could not even read them any story. No matter how we fight aging, it is undeniably coming; to accept such, all we have to do is embrace it and see how we can overcome the weaknesses that comes with it.