I will be 67 this year, and I would guess meds are not going to fix our feeling weak and depressed. Instead, I have had to accept the fact I can no longer do all the high-energy things I had done for so many years, and I have had to greatly adjust my expectations, projections and so on in relation to my future. The overall thought of our lives being "one downhill spiral and then [we] disappear" is actually at least partly accurate, and I say that because very few of us go out in blazes of glory leaving global impressions behind.

Someone sent this to me this morning: "Better a handful with quietness than both hands full, together with toil and grasping for the wind."

That does not mean to just sit and do nothing, of course, just holding things that are actually within our ever-decreasing ranges of reach.