(The eldritch mature way of aging wisely.After Interaction with the aging individuals like our parents.A lesson i learnt, is that nobody grows old merely by living a number of years.They live by dates by the calendar. But that's an incorrect thought process. Instead we grow old only by deserting our illogical old ideals to make space & embrace for newer matured thoughts practically. It's a balance of perspectives, a harmony of the mind.Always embrace the new, with open arms and an open heart.Both old & new ideologies must have a equal respectable place in the heart.As an aging individual the best ideology must be one who accepts & that includes liberty, equality, new ideals & fraternity with maturity."Swallow your pride" is to accept that you are wrong, it's not giving up, but growing up.)
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Growing old, is just a part of life,
A journey we all take, with strife,
But growing up, well that's a different tale,
A choice we make, or a path we ourselves fail.

Oh look up at the sky my friends, & let your heart soar,
For in its vastness & beauty, you'll find your own true core,
A place where your dreams & your spirit will never grow old,
A panorama of latency, where your heart is forever bold.

The calendar marks the days,
But wisdom's age is not measured by its ways,
The strength to face life's changing place,
Nobody grows old, just by living in grace.

So look up at the sky my friends, so vast & so blue,
A dreamer's canvas of possibilities, a painter's hue.
The water, so calm & so still,
A reflection of every soul, a peaceful thrill.

The sky's vastness reminds us of the endless possibilities,
A blank slate for the dreamer's imagination to flourish,
A place where hopes and dreams take wing and soar,
Where the painter's brush dips into the colors of the soul.

The sky above, a canvas of blue,
A reflection of hope, a dream anew,
The water below, a mirror of grace,
A reminder of life's fleeting pace.

The air we breathe, a mystery so grand,
A source of life and energy, a cosmic band.
The earth beneath, a foundation so strong,
A home for all, where we belong.

In this world of contrasts, of light and of dark,
Both old and new ideologies have a place in the heart.
For life is a journey, a path we all must take,
And our personal ideology is the map that we make.

Many of us choose the path of light,
While others choose the path of night.
Some people choose the path of old,
While others choose the path of bold.

But no matter which path we choose,
We all must make our own way.
We all must find our own truth,
And live our lives the best we can.

But oh, the disquiet in the sky,
With a hint of turmoil, a sigh,
A reminder that life's not always bright,
A call to embrace the dark of night.

As in the skies of life we all fly, the years may pass by,
As age is not a number, but it's a state of mind,
For growth and wisdom come with time, you'll find,
That nobody grows old, merely by living long.

Oh, the years may pass, and the seasons turn,
But age is not measured by time, my dear.
It's the depth of mind and the spirit's burn,
That truly show the wealth of life's gear.

A shallow mind withers & fade,
But the wise heart, it never grows old.
For liberty, equality, & fraternity,
Are the keys to a life that's truly bold.

As maturity of age brings wisdom's grace,
And the strength to face life's changing pace.
So look to the skies,& let your soul soar,
For in the depths of life, there's so much more.

In adolescent bloom, we race with time,
Chasing dreams, our spirits entwined.
But as the years go by, we lose our prime,
And leave behind our cherished designs.

And as the years go by, we start to fray,
And leave behind the dreams that once were ours, they say,
In youthful fructify, we dream of days to come,
With ideals and passions, we chase the sun.

We trade in our ideals for newer thrills,
And in their place, we find a different kind of still.
The years may pass, but we don't grow old,
For age is not a number, but a story untold.

And as we barter our passions for a slower pace,
And find ourselves in a different space,
The world we knew, with all its charm,
Fades like a memory, a distant alarm.

We age, we change, we lose our way,
And leave behind the path we'd sway.
We forget the fire that once burned bright,
And let our dreams take flight.

We only grow old by deserting our decrepit stereotyped ideals,
Just to make space for the mature, newer emptier deals.
But if we clench on tight to these ideals what we know,
We unfind that youthful learning spirit, even as we grow.

In this calendar's grasp, we forever live our lives,
By dates and deadlines, we measure our strife.
But as an aging individual, we find,
That the best ideology, is one of mind.

Liberty to choose, equality in sight,
Fraternity in hearts, & maturity of might.
We grow old, but desert not our dreams,
For age is wisdom, & wisdom is gleams.

With maturity, we shed our fears,
And embrace the years, with open ears.
We find the strength, in our mature grace,
And cherish the moments, in their proper place.

But if we could only understand,
That we grow old by deserting our old plan,
And make space for newer, bolder dreams,
We'd find our youthful spirit again.

Then we could dance with time, & defy,
The years that bring us to our decline.
For age is not a number, but a state of mind,
And youthful hearts are forever kind.

Oh, the years they do fly, my dear, like the wind in the sky,
And though we may age, our hearts still high,
Our personal ideology, a guide, a beacon bright,
A philosophy of life, a light in the night.

Allow yourself to embrace the old, with its wisdom so true,
And the new, with its vision so bright and so new.
For in the balance of both only, we'll find our way,
To live life to the fullest, every single day.

So let us cherish our dreams,& hold them dear,
And never let them fade, or disappear.
For it's the keeping of our Ideology alive,
That truly makes us young,& keeps us thriving.

For age is not just a number, but a matured state,
Where liberty, equality, & fraternity await,
So let us live, by the calendar only as guide,
But let us not forget, the ideals inside.

For in the skies, there's no room for age & despair,
No place for fear, no space senility or for care,
For there, the mind is free to roam,
And discover the beauty that's yet unknown.

As in this vast expanse of the heavens above,
Lies a world of wonder, a realm of love,
A place where the old mind too can soar & dive,
And leave behind all the shackles of the past.

So look up to the skies, my friend,
And let go of all that you have learned,
For in the heavens, the truth will unfold,
And your heart will be forever young and bold.

As in the skies above, a tale unfolds,
A story of growth, of wisdom old,
Forget all you know, let go of your past,
Embrace the new, and let it last.

The skies hold secrets, untold & true,
A world of wonder, waiting for you,
Leave behind your fears, your doubts and your tears,
And reach for the stars, with open ears.

So look up to the skies,& let your heart soar,
For there, you'll find the secrets of life, and more,
Embrace the change, & let go of the past,
And you'll find that age is just a state of mind at last.

The shallow mind may wither & decay,
But a mind that's open, will always sway,
To new ideas, perspectives, it'll embrace,
And leave behind the old, illogical race.

You are not a shallow mind, so don't be afraid,
To let go of your old, outdated ways,
Embrace the new, with open arms & an open heart,
And watch as your life takes a brand new start.

We grow old, when we desert our dreams,
And cling to the past, with feeble screams.
But the skies, they whisper, they urge us to soar,
To leave behind the old, & embrace the new once more.

The blue of the sky is like the wisdom of the ages,
A depth that only comes with time and experience,
A color that represents the calm and the brave,
A symbol of the infinite & the eternal.

So look up to the skies, and let your heart sing,
For there, in the heavens, your true self will cling.
Forget all you know, & let go of your fears,
And embrace the new, with joyous cheers.

For the years may pass, but the spirit must remain,
And the wisdom of age, it never fades away.
For in the end, it's not the years we've lived,
But the life we've lived, that truly matters, we give.

It's the philosophy of life, a guiding light,
That shapes our choices, day & night,
What forces influence our living, we must know,
To find our path, & make our own way to go.

The old ideologies, they pave the way,
For new ones to emerge, day by day,
For growth and progress, we must embrace,
The changes that come, with an open heart and space.

Years may pass, but age is not a measure of wisdom's refine,
For personal ideology is a philosophy of the heart & the mind,
In the grand array of life, old & new ideologies must entwine,
It's a balance of perspectives, a harmony of the mind.

Growing old is a fate we all must face,
A journey we embark without a trace,
But growing up, well, that's a different race,
A path we choose, or so it's placed.

Oh, the years they slip away like grains of sand,
In an hourglass, they fall, one by one, so grand,
Youthful dreams and passions, they slowly fade,
As the weight of time, upon our shoulders is made.

Holding onto beliefs that blind our sight,
Unreasonable and groundless in sight,
Is a prison we create, a cage of might,
A burden we bear, day & night.

For wisdom is a gift we can attain,
A treasure we can gain, without a stain,
But ego, oh ego, it can be a bane,
A barrier to growth, a hindrance in vain.

Let us just shed our unreasonable fears,
And embrace the truth that brings us cheer,
For growing up, it's not a shame,
It's a journey to a wiser game.

So let us not be bound by illogical Ideologies of time,
But cherish our dreams, & make them shine.
For in the end, it's not the year's we've lived,
But also the dreams we've chased, that make us thrive.

As in life's grand tapestry, both old & new,
Ideologies hold equal sway, it's true,
Nobody grows old, just by living years,
For personal ideology, we must shed tears.

Thus let us not discard the old, so dear,
But rather, let it blend with the new, my dear,
For in this mix, we'll find our new true pathway,
And live a life that's rich, & bright, & gay.

© Aneemkp