Growing old.... slowly losing bits and pieces of your self - transforming into an elderly being: no longer actively involved into mundane worries or concerns of the world and just fading away into a finality of death.
Perhaps their being old is their job. The purpose- to remind the rest of the world that should they live as long, they too will die.
Aging I guess is like Youth, it doesn't last long. It ends.
I really don't know what to feel right now. I'm neither sad or happy. It just seems so strange to be shown (once again - over and over) all these realities. I feel I have questions wanting answers - ironically, I don't know what they are. I'm stuck and I'm just going through the cycle not knowing. Is it supposed to be like this? It ends.
My mind wanders...
Death: I don't know for sure if there really is a finality to it. Do we really "die"? I don't think there is one human being who is credible enough to answer this question. If there is a person who has the credibility to answer, under what basis makes that person credible? What proof?