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I'm not sure about "old" specifically, but the first time I really felt my mortality and the ticking clock was when I was diagnosed with sleep apnea, and realized that virtually every night I sleep from then until I die is with something strapped to my face.
That was 14 years ago, and now I have high blood pressure meds I will likely take until I die and arthritis from working as a helicopter mechanic (those 9 years of piano lessons are sure paying off, lol). So I guess the new feeling of old is seeing the ticking clock and hoping it runs out before the general painful breakdown of my body progresses too far. When I was in my early 20s, I imagined I'd be unlikely to live past 60. Now I dread what my life will be like if I'm still alive after 60.