Isn't it strange how that happens:
When one is a
little kid they are oh-so excited about the
aging process. The young child tends to reason with the
logic that the older they get, the more free they will be until they are their
own boss. What the child doesn't understand is that their years of
innocence are slowly
whittling away, along with, in some instances, the best times of their
entire lives.
Then one fateful day,
puberty hits. The
common logic of the
teenager is that the older he or she gets, the closer to the
prime of their life they get, which, of course, is when they will appear most attractive to the opposite sex and either
1) actually
get some or 2) get some MORE. And, of course, the teenager is also somewhat
disillusioned by the logic of the child: that when
adulthood comes they will be their own boss.
Finally,
adulthood hits, and, for a time, the average person seems to forget about aging and enjoy their life, at least the aging part. The
childhood dreams of being ones own boss is, of course,
shattered, when the realization occurs that
everyone works for someone. One the whole, though, aging
phases out of the picture.
Then
30 years old happens and all the lovely things that go with it.
Grey hairs,
baldness, layers of flab and all that good stuff. The
individual is finally faced with the fact that every single year they add on is one extra year towards the
inevitable, and aging is NOT a good thing. From here on out, the aging process is hell.
Growing older makes the person feel
depressed because he faces his own
mortality and all the aging signs that come with it.
Such is the
melancholy process of
aging.