A study on aging

Look westward, toward the setting sun. See now that all we have strove for is not fallacy and there is truly a Light to follow. We have made it thus far, and now answers become questions.

Our apt stagnancy has become rife. To forsake our destinies is to forsake ourselves. And yet now we find ourselves in the redundant meeting halls, nose-deep in the book of apathy and vice, not contrition.

We must not resolve ourselves to lives of ennui and acedia. The human spirit must drink deep of the Pierian springs, as Pope would have wanted. If we cannot revel in the joy of human excellence, what purpose is there left for us to exist, if such a thing we truly do?

Therefore, look westward; see the green forests against the golden sky. That beacon will lead you to your glorious sepulchre, but fear it not. Thy bark shall carry thee to a land untouched by the hands of flaw. You are entering a world of age and wisdom, quite uncharted by that vessel bearing you hence. That resignation of youth shall yield a new life.

You shall ne'er become a name. You have left a part of yourself in all you have done, and thusly you shall live on. Be not melancholy, for misery breeds misery. Look joyfully on each new step in your journey. There is no place for the unchanging.

You have traveled the shores of Greece, and you have changed from the experience; you are no longer the presumptuous youth that once you were, but a bright eyed man.

We are all men of the same climate. Your place is not to end now. Ambition sets us apart. It is ambition that will keep us together, and ambition shall tear us apart. If not for aspirations, the Light would ne'er again shine.