There’s something sad about old people on social media.
It’s easy to be an atheist when you’re young, healthy, and restless.
Young people cannot understand old people. Old people can (understand young people), but they don’t want to.
How come that as adults/old people we listen – almost exclusively – to music that we once despised (folkies, anyone?!)
I still feel like twelve years old: same dilemmas, same questions, still without answers. Just a lot more trash in my head.
It’s for the young to be opinionated. Older folks should know better.
Youth is that part of our lives when we could look in a mirror without horror.
As we get older, the body’s functioning is switching from automatic to manual.
They say that teeth can determine how old you are. Of course: when they start falling out, you’re quite old.
My epitaph should read: one less.