I Hate the Idea of Getting Older

I hate the idea of getting older and I will be the first to admit it. I don't like being 33 and there isn't much hope in thinking that 34 will look any better. I don't know if it is vanity, fear or ignorance. Some of it may be that I live in a rural area, which I really do love 95% of the time, but I think that the other 5% of the time it would be fun to just walk out your front door and head out into the night. I used to be a night person, I used to be the one who didn't get really ready to rock until 10 or 11. Those days are gone. Responsibility continues to grow and loom while youth grows smaller in the rearview mirror. I know at 33 I have plenty of good years left in me, it's not that. I am not sure what it is. Maybe it's regret. I never thought of it and I never thought I would regret some of the decisions I've made. But I can't think of what else it might be. It's that I think that time is the one thing that I have plenty of and really it is the most precious possesion that I have, because I own it. It's mine. I can choose to spend it how I want. I guess I just need to spend more wisely.