Daily Basis

Day #35

There really seems to be a cycle of life that is quite sad, yet important to realize. You begin your life being adored as an infant, celebrated and more sacred and respected, but you usually need to be taught basic things first and are reliant on those who are more capable around you. You are cute in these moments. When you grow older, you gain more knowledge from precious lessons and experiences, and learn to analyze things yourself and build upon what you have already known, to infer in new circumstances. As you grow elderly, you become more carefree and aim to do the things you never got around to. This is much like a child, trying to defy time and become older, while the older spectrum is also lively yet longs to be young again. Even older humans become wistful and look happily, most of the time, back on their lives, and begin to pass information down themselves. Like an infant, the woman or man is dwindling, lessening in size and unfortunately, mainly also in ability and energy. They take longer to sleep, eat, and-- well, discharge. They seek dependence on those around them, like relatives, whose movements are more swift and have sufficient memories. The one difference from being a baby is that they have memories, unlike a baby that enters the world-- besides original sin that reminds people that Adam and Eve started the chain of wrongdoing but that we can try to do better-- that starts as a clean slate with nothing prior to its birth to recall. But, as a whole, there truly is a shocking life cycle that resembles a circle that restlessly repeats itself-- but no part of the pattern is trivial or unsatisfactory; they are brilliant.