No matter how much we try to influence the events of life, to find our happiness in this ephemeral world, in which we cannot expect happy endings, because everything concludes on the edge of the grave, or in the flames of cremation - the wisdom of old age helps us to give up on frivolities and listen to the song of the soul, the music of the spheres and to realize that life is rather a lesson that we must leam, before stepping into non-existence. Giving up doesn't necessarily mean resigning ourselves, but rather realizing that we're fighting like Don Quixote against windmills. Of course, we have to struggle for a decent living, but the happiness that is expected from fulfilling worldly love is, in most cases, a way to get drunk with plain water. In fact, this is the nature of the human always chasing new beautiful faces and fresh, cool experiences.
"Until death do us part has become a cynical thing, a banal sen-tence, a kind of scarecrow even. All their life people hope, when they die, they still hope and do not know what they hoped for. Only our deeds would speak for us, both here, on earth, and in the depths of eternity.