growing up. growing old.

I saw an old man today. I just watched him and listened to him as he rants about everything there is to rant about. His rants about the difference between the present generation and his were as if nonstop. From the looks of it, he's the only one enjoying the conversation. Then it occurred to me that someday, somehow, we're all gonna be like him. We'll all grow gray hairs and perhaps, will have a million more things to rant about. At some point we'll get stuck and won't be able to cope with the changes. I think it's a phase we all have to go through. We'll all stop growing up and begin growing old. We all have to accept that it is like death, it's inevitable.

Yeah, I guess it is.