I would definitely remove my tendencies to maudlin moods about aging and death. I am not afraid – I am resentful at the cruel joke that aging plays at the expense of my face, my body, but especially the loss of time…time to do, think and reflect. Time lost in my head with useless meanderings and musings. Time not with my loved ones. Time I wish I could turn. I wish I could be calm and carefree and gain peace and acceptance instead of despising this inevitable fate. Rage against age!