we're not meant to last

So, after Wednesday, I woke up with 2 fresh bruises on my legs and my body feeling like it aged 30 years without letting me know. Waist and back were hurting and I walked like an 80-year old.
I am getting old.
Oh Lord.
Or it could be the lack of exercise.

I'm starting to hear (loud) CNY songs everywhere, and I'm finally feeling slightly excited.
CNY (still) brings back memories of my late grandparents. I can't believe its been 3 years(?) already.
The excitement in the morning of the first day of CNY.. waking up to the smell of incense burning and CNY songs blaring from the TV, eagerly dressing up in brand-new clothes and impatiently waiting to go to OUG to meet everyone else has faded. The only thing that is still the same is waking up to the smell of incense and loud songs, but I wonder if that would fade too, someday.
There seemed to be little point in dressing up when you're just going to sit at home, watching re-runs of old chinese movies.
And now we're all making plans to go somewhere else instead, because nobody goes back to OUG now.
An old shell of how everything used to be.
Is this the price to pay to grow up?

The guy who made Peter Pan knew what he was talking about. After all, Peter Pan is the 'boy who never grew up'.