Age scares me.
For with age, comes this notion that the world is old. That everything has been seen and that it’s all just repeating itself.
Have you seen the eyes of an adult and compared it to those of a child? There’s so much life in a child’s eyes! They’re not used to anything. Not the the taste of the air, or the changing colour of the leaves. And definately not to life.
How terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as extraordinary as living.
Maybe we should grow backwards so that with age comes newer and newer discovery of that which we thought old. The thing needing to change not being life, but our eyes that have forgotten how to hold the wonder of the world in them.