The loud music and the inaudible lyrics made by Dad scream “This new music directors hide the lyrics in between those scything beats that it really evokes blood from the ear-buds..”.Then came food. Grandmother had her daily dose of lecture ready on my eating habits(read noodles and chats.)
All this made me wonder-Is tolerance an attribute of the young?? The old at heart unfailingly find a fault with anything new and anything outside their domain. For a child everything seems fresh..everything is a dream. Is it the burden of experience? Is it the shadow of failure? Is it the illusion of success? As one of Newton’s law say the human body is reluctant to accept change and that is what probably is the reason..All hail Newton..:P
The old in question shouldn’t be confused with the number of years we have lived on the planet. It is strange that incidents in life take such a huge toll on our lives that we permute and compute the various moves of everyday life. The same me who loved walking where the paths took me now only wants to tread the path I have treaded before. Not long ago I wanted to fly the world but strange things have happened. The wings have gone nor does the desire to swim across to the dream land remain.
This is possibly is what people say growing up. This is probably called maturing. But to me its only losing the desire to experiment. While I started with intolerance being an attribute of the old, over the course of this note I realize I have grown old!
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