What appears to me as truly wonderful, is that the aging process does not seem to impact the sheer joy of being. This experience can be deeply touching.
It appears sharper, unobstructed by expectations, nor is it impeded by those desires where a raw energy of youth used to plunge and create tumult, hiding the bottom of waters.
I feel really sad for the person I once was, whose main blurring factor was this very fear of aging,
A fear severed by the unfolding aging process itself…
See also : Behind the Smile of the Old Man