Age and wisdom…

As a child I thought that what sets adults apart from us children is the wisdom and experience the give some intrinsic knowledge of this world. Yet now I am finding that the only difference is that adults get sick. They are still children, but are caught up in a world driven by artificial demand, and the life they lead is nominally satisfying, but really seems to me now but a shadow of existence – they agree that they will die and now are enjoying the remaining days. I am becoming one of them… a shadow of myself…