It’s always saddening to look at an old person. They are how we would be; hair white as salt, skin wrinkled like
Of course, old age also has its benefits; I mean the advantages of calmed sensibilities where nothing hurts as much as the things before, and the vanishing of a 9-6 schedule. Health and savings permitting, one can also indulge in favorite pastimes for a while before these privileges are taken away by the body’s answer to the species’ call of releasing all resources.
But when one looks at an old person; one can also see a sign of defeat; having given in to the species, having followed the biological clock as dictated by the species, giving birth, taking care of the offspring, and now obeying the harsh law of evolution that one should grow old and eventually die to ensure survival of the species as a whole. Of course, in the process, one also has to take in the humiliations of failures in career, the heartbreaks from unsuccessful relationships, and the claustrophobia of public transport systems. Add to that the uncertainty of whether you would be able to draw as much from the social security system as you had contributed when young and working. Such taken-for-granted things like a 6 centimeter high stair present an enormous challenge. And I always feel a sense of guilt whenever I overtake an old person while walking; after all, how would it feel to be constantly overtaken?
And if you think that is a distant future, just remember how today came so fast and the last second just vanished forever.