Ode to ageing



  • I adore getting old. While most of my youthfulness was spent in a blur of emotions and irrational decisions, growing-up at last feels like real freedom. Once captivity is over, life appears as the real chance to see the choices clearly and then pick up something that does not harm either body or soul.
  • Ageing is a luxury train if the right ticket has been bought. It's not the Titanic, definitely. I would rather arrive at the natural destination than end up on the bottom of a frozen sea.
  • I admit the journey starts in a lush environment and ends up in the desert. It is called the cycle of life.
  • To each camel, its own reserve of water. Sharing is for oasis stopovers.

  • Sailing to Byzantium should be compulsory reading of any mature education curriculum, be it humanities or civil engineering, let's say.





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