the privilege of old age
although these images are meant highly ironic in contrast to the title, i do believe there ARE some real privileges to old age.
not only are we too much affected by the cult of youth we're constantly bombarded with in media and advertisement, we also seem to forget that each moment, each day and year we add to our lives, means accumulated experience, constantly filtered and consolidated by our mind, to produce what generally is considered wisdom, even if this is an admittedly relative term.
for long time, i have this vision of myself that one day, when i retire, i will be finally able to read all the books as i like, step into deep discussions about all the topics i am concerned about, do all the things i believe are important or need to be done, without time pressure, without being harassed by performance demands or urgent to do lists.
i know this is just a wish and there is no guarantee that i'll ever reach this state... but as a fantasy, a picture against the overwhelming fear of decaying, slow degrading of my ability to jump around like a young bull, it has something beautifully soothing.
and i don't mean THIS ironically at all.