Growing old is for people who have a reason to, for people with a real purpose in their lives and enough luck and opportunity. As for me, I wouldn’t mind not growing old. I accept the fact that as a sojourner, living pretty harsh and randomly, I probably won’t make it to 40. And that’s fine. Like a dog, I live in the moment and sometimes I sleep outside. Sometimes strangers feed or groom me, sometimes I go without. At least I always have something to talk about. I’m living my biggest dream: to travel the world. That’s all that matters now.