He always wanted to be young and free. He never settled down, never committed to anything, never took any risks. He lived like a teenager, chasing after fun and excitement, avoiding responsibility and consequences. He thought he had all the time in the world to do what he wanted.

But one day, he woke up and realized he was 45. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw the wrinkles, the gray hair, the sagging skin. He felt the aches, the pains, the fatigue. He wondered what he had done with his life.

He had no family, no friends, no career, no achievements. He had wasted his youth on trivial things, and now he had nothing to show for it. He had missed out on the opportunities that life had offered him, and now they were gone forever.

He wished he could go back and do things differently. He wished he could have a second chance. But he knew it was too late. He had lived a long teenage life, and now he had to face the reality of his old age.