There are very few things that sensitize my (frozen) soul and amid them I could name new borns/babies and old couples that, as incredibly as it may seem, still love each other after half of a century or more. If I wouldn't have seen such couples with my own eyes, I would certainly say that love is just the invention of the feeble ones (at this moment, I just don't say this all the time:) )Anyway, how many of us think about (self) oldage? And, if doing this, what is the overall feeling? Well, excepting the inherent sadness coming from the social problems that seem to increase proportionally with the fellow's age and to reach their peak exactly in the moment when a human being should normally just rest and enjoy his last years on this planet, very few of us see themselves as ill, needing continuous care and alone.
You might have no kids, single with no hopes (or caught in an unhappy relationship) and be in your early 30s, you'd still imagine yourself travelling with your half when being in your 60-70-80s or reading stories to your 5 grandsons/granddaughters.
Reading these lines from above you might conclude that people are very optimistic.
Nothing more false... The truth is that people prefer to believe in miracles and in 180degrees bends in their lives without doing anything. Still, these foolish hopes are somehow good. Good because sometimes (like 1 in a million cases) miracles do exist :)
Let me talk a bit about this painting which represents an old person's face, alone in a splitted pretty colour uniform background.
There are no other faces in this background and very rarely a splash can be noticed. So, this guy was a solitary all his life and with not too many memorable moments.
That's why he has no grandchildren around, he's not travelling and there no half for him in this painting ;)
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