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I'm at that stage of life where nothing excites me anymore. Maybe as you grow old, life starts to become dull and monotonous. The energy and ambition, you had as a child, to conquer the world not only fades away but also leaves an indelible mark
that makes you regret the mistakes you committed and opportunities you missed when you had time.
Same old world. Same old banalities of life. Same old people around you. Even the books you read, movies you watch or places you visit are the same in one way or another.
Same old world. Same old banalities of life. Same old people around you. Even the books you read, movies you watch or places you visit are the same in one way or another.
Maybe as you grow old, life becomes more of a struggle to pass your day than to actually live it.
It was just a while ago when I loved to sit with people – strangers, acquaintances, friends – listened to their emotions and wove them into stories.
It was just a while ago when I loved to sit with people – strangers, acquaintances, friends – listened to their emotions and wove them into stories.
Now it feels like hell if I have to listen to even my friends for more than 2 minutes. Some of their words might find their way to my ears but, honestly, I'm never even slightly interested.
Maybe at the end we all grow into that grumpy old fellow we all hated as a kid.
Maybe at the end we all grow into that grumpy old fellow we all hated as a kid.
