The strangest thing about getting older isn't the aches, it's realizing how many battles you thought were world-ending were actually just…weather. It's not just that they were smaller than I thought, but that I had so little perspective on what a REAL storm looked like. I mistook a light drizzle for a hurricane because I’d never seen the ocean churn. It's the inverse too, isn't it? How some truly cataclysmic events somehow become ordinary, just the backdrop to Tuesday. The world remakes itself around the hole, and you keep breathing.