You know, I looked at my face in the mirror this morning, and I like being old. My face has more content and when I train in the gym now, I am not training to be strong or handsome - just better than I was yesterday. These days the race is just against myself.
I love going to the movies and being moved emotionally. I like my work, singing and writing in my journal.
Have all the hopes of ages come to naught? Is life no more with noble meaning fraught?