The Beginning of Aging

If the beginning of aging is feeling old, then it has happened.
At 55, the man in the mirror looks different.
There is all the same features and yet, a subtler darkness is seen, a slightly, ever-so-delicate frailty has set in. I see my father. I see “old men”. I see a me who I see as now “old.”
It is disconcerting.
Not painful. No, that is too harsh.
But jarring, yes.
Accomplishments, publications and the like, increase, but glacially, the joys of parenting remain intact and full of energy, but the overall effect is now dimmed, and I see the end. It is not near (I hope) but nevertheless Time does not wait for us to be ready and does not bother with details. It happens and its direction is one way.