When i was younger,i thought that those who're over 45 are already very old...finished.. As i grow older and older,i realize,that nothing changes in the inside... Our minds and souls are always young..It's our body that's letting us down,betrays us..
And some day,we look in the mirror,and we see someone we don't recognize, because in our minds we have the image of ourselves as we were young and fresh, without the grey hair and the wrinckles..Without the fatigue in our glance and our joints... And we wonder...Wouldn't it be easier to accept growing old,if our soul grew old too? What kind of punishment is this? As Oscar Wilde says in "The picture of Dorian Grey":
"The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young."
This is a collaboration with my dear friend and wonderful artist . She has such great skills,her works always amaze me.. The idea of the concept "The fear of growing old" was hers and i thank her very much because she gave me back my inspiration! You can see her beautiful work here
Unforgotten by [link] I can glimpse my fate as it watches me from the glass, the truth face to face.
I think I'm still on that state. same like my old thinking, when I was 20 i said to my self, damn I'm 20 very old. it was 12 years ago, now when I looking back.. I wish I was 20.. Life! very great work!