Why do we accept and cultivate the pathetic idea that only youth is good and beautiful, with the right to dare, to renew and to love? With the right to be, to have scope?
We fail to realise that living under the norms of others ruins our chances of allow ourselves to be naturally desirable and loving. Do you know that a mature or old body can be healthy and harmonious just as a young body can be diseased or misshapen? Comparing a mature or old body in the fullness of its freshness is childish and cruel.
Our current obsession even before money and social status, is with physical appearance. So living is not about making progress but about consuming and losing weight. We fail to accept that our bodies grow and change over the course of life. I remember years ago in my teenage years wearing a size 8. At that time, I felt so embarrassed to even share my shoes with anyone or tell friends about my shoe size. It depressed me. Over the years, I have dropped to a size 7 almost going to a size 6. Do you see that it is part of growing that in maturity the body should change and further transformations ensue. There is no way a body can remain the same once you are born into this life.
There comes a time where pace should be less agile, skin wrinkles and eyes shine less. By trying to be what one were 20 or 40 years ago, anyone with this kind of mentality will feel he /she no longer exists; will think that the person in the mirror is not a continuation of the previous person but a freak in nature.