/lit/ - Literature

>>20090494
>>20090170
>>20090091
Nah, I was born a Z000-mer, I meant it more like being sacred of growing that old, like, I can't imagine myself still alive at age 35, that's the end. So many doors closed to you simply by reaching that age. There is no more zest, no more excitement about life, I don't remember ever seeing it in the faces of people of that age. I feel like it's only sedated accepted of missed opportunities and ever-mounting cope and regret for "not having lived enough while still young". And I think all people know that, they just don't like admitting to it, because they know it to be true, and it hurts them. I mean, if I, say, decide to kill myself while in my twenties, there will surely be some tragedy to it, at least a few people will think "oh no, so much potential lost! How horrible!", but I've never seen such a reaction for people who lived past their thirties. It's like "They've had their chance. They didn't achieve the desired. They entered the actual playing field and couldn't take it, oh well, another one bites the dust." Even some deeply religious people, who think "ALL life" is sacred won't REALLY care much for these people, because there simply is no tragedy in that death.
Like, you could even take a death of some well-loved celebrity past their 30s and a death of some averagely-promising young man, and I bet people would feel more sympathy for the younger for there simply being a chance that he could've achieved something.
What tragedy is there in the death of a old man? "He had lived. What? He never found happiness? Like the rest of us, like the rest of us, join in the misery club!"