Old age and youthEverything ppsx

All of us were born into our bodies some time ago, and some time ahead our bodies will surely die.. Youth and old age are but two of the distinct periods that many of us go through, the

Old age and youth

Everything that begins will surely end That is an

indisputable fact of living All of us were born into our

bodies some time ago, and some time ahead our bodies

will surely die In between birth and death we go through

many periods where our bodies change slowly but

imperceptibly Youth and old age are but two of the distinct

periods that many of us go through, the exceptions being

the ones who die before they can complete the normal

course of living

The differences between youth and old age are obvious A

young man is usually full of vigor and energy His body is

in its prime and he can do anything that requires physical

strength easily Usually youth is the time when young men

and women look the most attractive Their skin shines with

the glow of life They are drawn to each other and

eventually pair off to produce children of their own They

are full of hope for a wonderful life together They laugh,

sing and seek all sorts of things to enjoy themselves with

Old age is a totally different matter An old person no

longer possesses the vigor and energy of youth Physical

exertion is out of the question Even climbing the stairs

can be impossible Wrinkles and age-spots ravage the

once-smooth skin The glow of life is gone and the body is

no longer attractive In fact it can even appear repulsive

The magnetic attraction for the opposite sex fades,

memory fails, and possibly senility sets in For most old

people laughter is rare and hopes are dashed The future

is only the grave

Examples of these vast different between youth and old

age are my grandparents I had, on occasions, gone

through the family album Inside the album, in black and

white prints are photographs of my grandparents My

grandfather was a handsome young man and my

grandmother was not unlike the many pretty girls I meet

on the street I am sure my grandfather was a strong man

judging by his considerable muscles in the photographs

Grandmother’s skin was smooth and fair

That was many years ago My grandfather is already in his

grave and my grandmother is in her late seventies I

remember just before he died a few years back, he was a

bent old man withered with age He could not walk after

having a stroke He either lay in bed or had to be pushed

around in a wheelchair It was quite unbelievable that the

handsome young man in the photograph became helpless

cripple Time really changes everything

My grandmother is still living, but what a hellish life it is for

her She has become what we might call senile She

cannot remember simple things like where she left her

comb Also she gets upset because she knows she cannot

remember and keep saying how useless she is now We,

the younger ones, try to help her as much as we can, but

she, despite being old, is very stubborn Sometimes she

does remember bits and pieces of things but she cannot

put them in any logical order This adds to her confusion

All we can do is to attend to her daily needs and keep an

eye on her so that she does not endanger herself

Sometimes I wonder how such a pretty young lady could

turn into such a helpless old woman Again time changes

everything

In my youth then, I see that I am headed for old age If I

live to see my old age, I would not like to end up like my

grandparents However I do not know if this is for me to

choose or not Only time will tell