I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
If you keep thinking about what you want to do or what you hope will happen, you don't do it, and it won't happen.
I have no problem being 53. Why would I want to be 35 again? I want to discover who I am in my 50s. And if I tried too hard to look younger, it would seem that I was uncomfortable with who I am, wouldn't it?