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I don't reveal a secret when I say that I stand just a few steps away from the fifty. Every day, I ask myself the same question, (Will I keep doing the same things that better suit those who are still young?). Frankly speaking, that question makes me suffer from an inner conflict between my dreamy heart and my realistic mind. My heart insists on dreaming and flying but my mind wants me to stand and freeze where I am.
The desires, inclinations and passions, which fill my soul, hinder me from acting as a man in his late forties. Whenever I look at myself in the mirror and see the gray hair start invading my head, I feel sad and disappointed. The fact of getting old bothers me. Reminds me of the opposite fact, which I'm not young any more. I try hard to convince myself to accept these facts and live with them. Actually, it can't help deceiving oneself. I've got my unfair share of the life, just like others, a little of joy and happiness and a lot of pain and suffering.
No matter what life had done to me, it's time to behave as a wise man, a man who speaks a little and meditates a lot. It's time to stop my heart from manipulating me. It's time to resist my soul's whims. It's time to become a rational actual man. It's time to step aside and let the others have their share. It's time to sit and watch. It's time to look at myself and tell her that the age has rules.
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