Comment on someone's link to MSNBC article "People are happier, less stressed after age 50" by Rettner

More resigned to cruel fate is more like it. I used to worry about how long and in what style to wear my hair. Then I worried about how to stop it from receding and to make it grow back. Now I accept my baldness as irreversible and that my fringe hair will never again be brown and accept that the treadmill of the entropy of aging is inexorable (with healthy living and attitudes giving some respite) and that death comes soon enough to all. Why not choose to be happy in the interim?