Can't really ignore the receding/thinning hair anymore. Nor the lines on my face, nor the dullness in my eyes. I think my inner child is sorely disappointed at the 30 year old I've become.
Hey, remember when the Panama Papers were released and they showed how basically every wealthy person on the planet was avoiding taxes by offshoring their money and nothing was done about it except the reporter who broke the story was murdered with a car bomb?