Let me ask this to whoever is listening:
Is it worse to be:
The man who wakes up one day and realizes he is old, who sees suddenly that he is no longer young, that his youth quickly passed him by, that his prime is past and he can never return to the best moments of his life, and then weeps for all the adventures he should have had.
OR
The man who lives his life watching it pass him by, enjoying every second of it, but entirely aware of how quickly that second passes, every second knowing that his youth and prime is passing too quickly and wishing as hard as he can to slow it down, until the day when he wakes up and realizes that the long journey of life has finally taken his youth from him.
Should one be surprised with the inevitablity of age and the things they should have done or should they be painfully aware of how quickly life is passing them by whilst living it.
Interesting conundrum. I believe that neither scenario is ideal, and perhaps I'm too optimistic, but I believe there is an alternate option. One can live life to near its fullest, while being completely aware that it is ephemeral. And while this awareness can be at times frightening, it is not impossible for one to accept it and, when the time finally comes, to accept the end of life. I am surely being too idealistic, but one would hope it's possible.
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