I think I'm too mentally disabled or autistic, to understand what it's like to live a life where you grow old, not only to become old, sick, weak, but also to evolve. This is the tragedy of life, of time. It's not just a matter of being alone, and the loss of "beauty", of course, the impact of time on the body is terrible, because not only people, relationship, things are unstable, but we'are in our flesfh and mental.
our body will change, becoming totally different, your whole being will change, but not by choice, our being will inevitably bend under the weight of time. It's also psychological, our mind will be damaged, we take nothing with us, neither comfort, nor beauty, nor warmth, nor love.
But even without these thoughts, in my immaturity peterpan complex i suppose, I don't understand the interest of life in old age: I can conceive the attraction of adolescent life, or between 20/30 years, because we explore, discover, .. but then come the moment where you lay fondation for something . . you construct your life, in a way/road... and then, what is the next? get stuck in it? we stay in the habits?
Anyway, as said, im disabled and I did not build my being.Being old is .. not only be part of this world, but be the fondation of the next world, It is to be the world now and you re becoming slowly the past of the world. ..as an old person my destiny in age will be degeneration and no, evolution, because I don't know how to exist as a person in this world. Existence as we experience it, seems to me like a simulation of a infinished demo game, which would only be functional for the first levels.