It is subtly frustrating how hard it is to re-start old habits, much less start new ones, as you grow older. Older - a word associated with dread, boredom, drudgery, and a general undesirability. I never thought about being older in a way that I think of it now, but maybe that's a change that comes with age. I always thought of myself as mellow with a streak of madness. But now, it feels like being older has me losing that streak of madness, that passion. The passion with which I supported a team, with which I once ran, and which drove me to get where I've come, has been wavering. It feels like a candle or a wick that isn't quite in its last throes, but somewhere, it is gasping to find fuel to keep burning. I'm looking for that ghee to keep the divo burning. I think being older is associated with your passions becoming latent, your dreams becoming distant. But it doesn't have to be that way. Optimism shouldn't come with an expiry ...