I don't need to be anyone.
I am who I happen to be.

"I'm sixty but I am not really old."
(This is just something old people say.)

A tip on aging:
Think about it this way — what would a young man do if he were trapped inside this aging body?

I see the middle-age losers in their leather jackets.
I prefer being a middle-age loser in an REI fleece.

What did I think growing up would be a feeling?

I've got growing (old) pains.

As I age I begin to question the value of posthumous fame.

I always thought I would grow up.
Funny how I never did.