There are a thousand jokes to be made about getting older and how we all fight the inevitable. I'm okay with them all, especially the ones my wife likes to make about my hair turning gray. It's fun to laugh at, especially since I feel better physically and mentally at 34 years old than I ever did when I was 24.
I try to laugh at the moments where I think about getting older, but there are those occasions where I let myself reflect on the passage of time. It really feels like it flies, especially when I don't pay much attention to it, and it leaves me feeling a combination of appreciative and melancholy.