Oldness is regularly perceived as a forgotten masterpiece, graceful and glamorous in its aloof past, with a proud artistry of fame that is fading away little by little, turning into sad oblivion.
The Old Age doesn’t take the form of an epiloque, a painful elegy or a rotten season, but the shape of a Time memory, a vintage account told by a melancholic bard in a staged- drama of life.
In fact, Oldness is like classical music : abyssal, serious, veritable, with long- established principles, insightful, mesmerising , subjected to universality and to the yearning qualities of a glorious era of Time.
The old age is capable of subduing the untamed commotion of Youth, transforming it into a tranquil performance of remembrance. When it comes to Oldness, the silent echoes of an obsolete bravery or the lost charm of an affair are dying out in the realm of physicality, but they are able to nurture the eternity of the soul.
The Oldness is susceptible to refinement and supplessness , to a symmetry of feelings , like a lost waltz , a floating universe of discrete vibrations longing for the seduction of Youth.
The third act of human existence, the Old Age, assigns the dignified role of preservation the happiness and the ” war within ” of the individual.
Happiness is ergonomically linked to the relationship you have with your Mind during the process of aging, complemented by the biological commitments of your body towards a somber locomotion.
At this stage, Happiness follows a totally different trajectory inclined to unite the Mind and the Body in an intrinsic reciprocity. The Mind’s stations where Happiness stops to mark its emotional impedance ( the relation between pressure of thoughts and their tidal movement towards the process of thinking) are fueld by the intelligence of managing memories as attributes of magic.
What happens to the memories of your Oldness?
They become rectangular patterns of recollection, a chest of the most unique mementos evolving into memoirs. Now, Time elapses in an unhurried rhythmicity and the polarity of your memories has been equalized, thus, the good memories elicit the same response as the bad ones, being painful alike.
A memory of a human loss could be as hurting as the one of two people falling in love, because in the Twilight of Age, the Dawn will never occur naturally, but manufactured by your Mind.
So, basically, the reminiscence of a pleasant or a repellent memory causes the same reaction, owing to the fact that the people experiencing Oldness don’t have time to change the denouement of their lives or to reanimate the past events.
But, what we could do is to keep intact the “war within” .This will be able to resuscitate your desire for life, by defibrillating your heart until it feels either sorrow or bliss.
The permanent conflict with yourself could save your life. The lack of the inner war leads to a state of complacent ataraxy that favours aging.
The concept of “war within” consists of a daring pulse that fights placid resignation of old age. This war will bother you enough to wake up and be there.
In the architecture of oldness, it is your inner world that restarts your life machinery in order to draw up a plan of a meaningful existence.
The usefulness empowers the quality of your life, creating purposes that could surpass your bodily death , being crystallized into emotional inheritances.
The Oldness is definitely imperial, authentic, self -validating, insightful glorified, but inclined to a parochial existence.
The visibility of Oldness is rather controversial , being obliterated by its formidable rival , Youth. In comparison to Youth, Oldness is like a party in the company of Jesus.
This is the age, when the order is restored, but the symptoms of Youth are still lingering (if you are lucky and brave enough to let them be) in the most unedifying ways: the recurrent humouristic episodes, the revocation of prejudices and the assumed heresy of Mind.
The Oldness is sincere enough to express its partisanship with Youth in the form of a complex passion for Life.
Even if Oldness is a temporal pastiche, it throws a magic glow on the consciousness of Time and it states its uniqueness by being a Thaumaturge of ages.
The most triumphant voice of the Old Time is the one that forms the creditable sounds in the mystical rhapsody of (Grand)Parenting.
Grandparenting goes beyond the settled limitations of parenthood, reaching the meritocracy of soul enlightment.
The era of grandparenting is a generative cure of the consciousness through the mediation of little people’s love.
I ascribed this kind of Love with the purest and the most genuine interception of God in the heart of little humans in order to establish a magical climate of miracles.
On the moving terrain of magic, it is the The age of grandparenting that opens the doors of spirituality for the little people and the vintage ones as well, pouring golden meanings and pearls of wisdom into the words’ inner significance.
The Old age doesn’ t really possess oldness, but a sense of transcendence that grants its passing to eternity.
Thus,Oldness should be praised, cherished and considered an exquisite antique, valuable to those who understand its greatness.
DON ‘T FORGET TO GIVE OLDNESS IMMORTAL HONOURS!