As you age, you lack a certain momentum you once had. And as time advances, an apathy sets in regarding work, love and the general curiosity of it all and getting involved in it. They still exist, but the amount has lessened. In each consecutive stage, a period of easing up or a natural reassessment takes place. We fall into line, appreciate different things, take our drinks differently, choose our friends more carefully, stare into space and think about things that perhaps we did not ponder before. 

As the youth speed into the future, the middle-age secure their place they find themselves in and become a bit rounder, look for comfort rather then excitement, where the elderly seek safety. Life whittles away at the body, like a river creates a canyon, eroding the vessel we exist in. Our skin gets weathered, our organs operate with less pistons firing and a general malaise falls over you. A natural phenomenon that allows the youth to move forward, to find opportunities overlooked by others and gain control of the world that will become theirs. 

Its a beautiful circle. How we start with flickers of images, memories and moments and move into the now. That our future will fade with the same moments, flashing before us like an old projector, fragments of jumbled objects and people fading in and out before the long sleep comes. The youth, awaiting our homes and objects, ready to spend our leftover coins in their journey to an inevitable end in the thing we call life. 

“I think everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamed of so they can see that it’s not the answer.”

jim carrey