Just learned that superbowl is only a few months older than me. Very depressing. When I look in the mirror I feel so old and ugly. All the bad stuff that I’ve done or had done to me shows in the gray hair, wrinkles and fat. Yes, I’ve had good things but they are the source of my heartbeat. They are invisible to the eye but felt with the soul. Granted, there are times of such joy and happiness that the heart pumps it through the body and it radiates out the skin. Mostly though, the skin is tough and ugly, bruised and scratched by the pains of life.