He used to know an old man in his seventies, who cycled around the lake every day. He said: "I'm old now, I have to be happy with everything I do." He learned English over the phone, practiced playing guitar, and always texted with emoticons for old friends. His children and grandchildren teased "young buffaloes" - he laughed.
But he also has a twenty-seven-year-old friend who speaks like a report. The meeting schedule is tight, every sentence is "strategic", "risky", "optimized". She said: "Young people should not be impulsive anymore". Every time someone invites her to go somewhere suddenly, she shakes her head because it is not in the plan. Her aging is not on her face, but in the way she forces herself to mature too early.
His grandmother likes to wear bright floral shirts, but there are also evenings when she sits quietly when she misses old friends who have passed away. Being young does not mean not knowing how to be sad, it's just that after being sad, she still wants to open the window to let the sun shine.
As for young people living old, sometimes they don't want to. They grow up amidst the pressure of having to succeed early, having a position. Social networks are like countdown clocks. Some people who are only twenty-five have said they are "tired of life", as if they have gone through many ups and downs.
Life does not just go from young to old. There are days when you are eighty years old but your heart is eighteen, there are days when you are twenty and already feel like an ancient tree. Perhaps the important thing is not whether to live young or old, but that each person finds their own rhythm. Fast or slow, noisy or quiet, no one dies, as long as you feel happy and satisfied with it.
Old or young does not depend on age, but on whether we are living at the right time or not. The student strives for the future, the old woman leisurely for the present, both are continuing to write their own music.
Perhaps the most important thing is not to try to keep oneself for eighteen, but that no matter what age we are, we still have enough courage to open our hearts to welcome new rays of sunshine, like the old woman wearing a bright lemon yellow shirt down there. Suddenly, the waiter's voice called in a hurried voice: "Brother, did you forget to pay for coffee?", making me startled, wondering if I was really old.
