Maybe as age advances, one's creativity fades-the mind tries to ruminate on facts and beautiful fantasies and romance take the backseat.
As age advances, even if one is passive or inactive, life teaches him some lessons and he becomes more realistic, more candid.
Of course, it is great for the individual to be candid because he or she learns to call a spade a spade and realizes his limitations.
However, understanding the limitations puts a sort of brake to one's dreams.
A choice between the world of reality and the world of dreams.
Reality is sterile-no false expectatins and pretensions- but it is so boring.
Dreams have wings. Dreams have creepers with fragrant, beautiful flowers, filled with nectar.
Youth of this earth, you are lucky. You can pursue your dreams.
But the aged, you have to sit in your armchairs and can chew the cuds of past experiences, or think of reality, and wait for the departure.
Sure, one has to live according to his age.
An oldie cannot play with toys just because there is no toddler in the house.
That is life.
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