a superficial entry to kick off the new year

It's 2017 already. Having made it this far, I feel as if I have lost the right to complain about being old. A few years ago, it would have felt as though that the inexorable march of time had robbed me of my youth, but now it seems that my youth is so far behind me that it doesn't matter anymore. I'll be visiting India after three whole years next week, and I'm not quite sure what to expect. The last time I was in India, I was still cleaving in vain to the my rapidly disappearing youth - to my habits and viewpoints and foibles. Now I will go there as one who has stepped fully into the next world - incorporeal and apathetic. I am not the same person I was when I left.