People tend to be very relative about the word ‘old’. It’s one of the words that would be untranslatable to a little green man. I, for one, think 25 is prime, 30 is middle-aged, and the rest of the life is a one-way street to ga-ga. My brother is 16 and I think he shares similar thoughts; this self-delusion (if it is indeed that) is a general malaise affecting all teenagers and like-minded people. Scratch that, it’s something affecting everyone. As you grow older, the word ‘youth’ grows older with you. Youth and Wisdom: can I have both, mama?
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