to fade away... or not

As I find myself changing, yet again, I must decide on a path forward.Since age is robbing me of my youthful normalcy, do I facilitate it while it shrinks my height? Do I accelerate it robbing me of my thick mane? Is acquiescence a proper strategy to address fading mental capabilities?
Maybe. But not yet.
I can still stand up straight. I can keep my hair long. I can record my thoughts before I forget them.
One path, though, is clear.  Age has also rewarded me with an ever increasing ability to find comfort in my own counsel. I can finally see the patterns in experience that I wish to embrace, as well as those to avoid. Fears fade like the manufactured distractions they are intended to be. And, love becomes more important, as I am now most certain that it is the only thing we will take into the Great Fade.