To grow old

I love the lines on old peoples faces. I love the veins popping out from their hands. It fascinates me. It makes me appreciate the fact that they have lived. It also makes me feel that I still have to earn my lines and popping veins. And I do not want them to just appear, I want them to be as scars representing memories and things I have been through. I have no interest in growing old. I want to live and fight and earn my old age.