Yesterday, my optometrist said I have Presbyopia sort of matter of fact. He started showing me all the transitional lenses, luckily he didn't show me the Benjamin Franklin bifocals. I felt like crying right there. I felt like I wanted to say I haven't found a wife yet, I am not ready to meet old age. I need more time God, can't I have a few more years as normal sighted person. I came close to marriage last year, but God had different plans for me. I want some more time.