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Growing old. I used to be terrified of death, to the point where I couldn't go through a day without having a dozen or so mini panic attacks concerning death and it's finality, etc. I have come to an understanding with death, but the idea of becoming frail, ugly, and losing my mental faculties is horrifying to me. Not being able to do the things I enjoy because of my physical condition, looking into the mirror and seeing a face that isn't really my own, destroyed by the ravages of time... growing old makes death seem like a welcome relief. Not that I have anything against old people, I just don't want to become one.
