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Unfortunately, I am not as young as I used to be, but I am as young as I often lie about being.
With that being said, I have no qualms about getting older as it is better than the alternative, of slow decomposition or inhabiting a decorative urn in the form of ashes.
With each passing day of accumulated wisdom, I have come to the realization that this uber-connected world that I make my living in is an extremely toxic environment, I find myself needing deeper excursions into the loving embrace of Mother Nature for the purpose of loosening the tentacles that dull the sense of inner peace that I feel when I’m with her.
I have always had this amorous relationship with water… The sound, the scent of it seemingly washes away whatever is burdening me and often it becomes an act of sheer willpower to peel myself away.
Mother Nature undoubtedly is a drug, but unlike all drugs… Can you overdose off of solace? If so, I wouldn’t mind being the first.
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Shun P.'s interactions with Mother Nature 
Yes getting older does has its drawbacks… Like myself finding a personal sanctuary in a remote cabin in the wilderness of Alaska and being too old to really take advantage of the woods surrounding me.
It does indeed Pete, I’m trying store all of my experiences before I have to cross that bridge, God forbid!