I don't know

Is it reality, today (me being 58,balding, married for 29 years, 3 grand children, my own 2 kids out of school out on their own, I've gotten grey,out of shape,etc) or am I still on that acid trip I journeyed on back in 1975? And everything that occurred in the past 40 odd years is just a piece of the trip. Sort of sounds like a more modern episode of the Twilight Zone, or have I been a permanent resident of a psychiatric hospital these past years just waiting to come back to reality? Maybe this is my reality?