/lit/ - Literature

I'm only nineteen but I have as many memories as if I were a hundred. When you really start to think for yourself at fourteen, it's only been five years since I was completely myself in the world. I am amazed that one can live to be 40 or 50 without going completely crazy. Imagine the class of people who will spend 50 years of their lives with nothing but television and social networks for entertainment, what an unbearable amorphousness.
I wanted to know how aging happens, does it come with a weariness of life? Slowly or like a winner? Do we feel tired of being around other people or do we feel dependent on them? Are we pushed to become bitter?
What is it like to become old?
To die is nothing but to grow old seems horrible to me.