The elderly are here to remind us that our lives are a white clean sheet of paper. As time passes, this paper fills with wrinkles of the ink that tells a story.
It is not easy for us to accept that at some point our sheet of paper will fill up and we will not have anymore space.
It is not easy for us to accept that at some point we will not be able to distinguish the lines as they will move on top of each other.
And it is not easy for us to accept that at some point we will become so fresh from the ink that there will be very little movement.
Nevertheless it is our truth and it is here in front of us. May these papers be full of ink.
It is worth giving them the most vibrant colors to the end…