It seems to me that the older I become, the more cognitive I am of risk. The older I get, the consequences of risk increases and, along with that, so does my directly correlating perception of risk. As I grow older, the slower I ski, which, in turn, increases the relative speed of those around me. The older I get, the more the terrain challenges the risk level of my own skiing. As I grow older, the more I am inundated with social media examples of ski accidents that are not representative of the whole, the real data of which I never see. The more I complain about growing risk on the slopes, the older I tend to be. Therefore, I theorize that the less I complain, the younger I will get. Skiing isn’t any more dangerous than it was 40 years ago. It just seems that way from an internal orientation that I do not tend to remain aware of. Perhaps this is more about the risk of getting old rather than that of getting hit? If I stop growing old, the problem will literally disappear into thin air ... which can be harder to breath as I get older.