When you’re young, you can’t wait to grow up. As an adult, until about the age of sixty, you want above all to stay young. But when you’re as old as the hills, you’ve got nothing left to strive for. That is the essence of the emptiness of life in here. There are no more goals. No exams to pass, no career ladders to climb, no children to raise. We are too old, even, to babysit the grandchildren. In this stimulating environment, it isn’t always easy to set yourself a modest goal or two. When I look around I see only passive resignation in people’s eyes. They’re the eyes of people with nothing to
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