For me, it didn't until recently. I don't mind getting older (41 now), and I'm not afraid of what getting older can mean. For instance, every day you get closer to death: well, I can only hope to die of old age, as long as I miss the obstacles in between now and then.
The only thing that bothers me is my body constantly reminding me that I'm getting older. I like to stay active - work out 3-5 times per week, and I play hockey once a week. It's the next morning after hockey, when I feel the knees, and that general sapped feeling that bothers me. When I was younger, I wasn't affected like that. I could do almost anything, and my body just took it. Also, I notice that 1/2-step slower thing too. I want to go faster, but the body just says no. Now, I only know it will slowly progress in the wrong direction.
Oh well, I guess it's the price of living.
The only thing that bothers me is my body constantly reminding me that I'm getting older. I like to stay active - work out 3-5 times per week, and I play hockey once a week. It's the next morning after hockey, when I feel the knees, and that general sapped feeling that bothers me. When I was younger, I wasn't affected like that. I could do almost anything, and my body just took it. Also, I notice that 1/2-step slower thing too. I want to go faster, but the body just says no. Now, I only know it will slowly progress in the wrong direction.
Oh well, I guess it's the price of living.