On aging.

Brace yourself to pass on the torch of youth, and opportunity to the younger ones. Get ready to become irrelevant. Accept the undeniable edge youth has over old age.
Remember , the flow of love, attraction and attention. Everything , is downwards. Remember how parents' compromises for their children are born out of their very will. And how children's compromises for parents, even to their own dismay, feel like sacrifices,at cost of their freedom.
The teenage girls wearing lip gloss and worrying about their appearance incessantly, the gaze that follows to the end of one's sight is theirs to enjoy. They are bound to make mistakes, but the thrill of making those , is theirs. They are bound to feel the high of youth, to glow in the light of people's attention and desire. It's their time. And no matter how irresistible you had been once, youth trumps old age effortlessly. Every. Time.

As you age, prepare to recede in the grey areas of their lives, prepare yourself to be the one who wonders why the younger ones didn't call. They would be the ones to whom it never occurred, who can complain about the 'weight of expectations'. Time passes like sand flows from an open palm . There is going to be a shift of paradigm , the torch will be theirs. Yours will be a flame that is flickering. Some of you will satisfy yourselves with the 'growth' of your offspring, but I cannot imagine myself to be able to feel that its a compensation. I don't think any affection can win over this sense of rivalry. But I have to prepare. As i age.