…when men begin to seriously age they know it all-too-well. Their mortality bombs them each time they rise from a chair to notice that their first few steps are slow with a bit of an ache.
…something gnaws at the corners of their mind each time they see the reflection of their grandfather chasing them from the mirror, hinting how ridiculous it seems to continue pursuing the dreams they’ve had all their lives (some of which are agonizingly private, yet perhaps the prime motivators behind all they’ve become).
…how beautiful and noble they seemed in his youthful head
…aging men turn their minds to the things they could have accomplished if they hadn’t been such hard-driven dreamers, such egotistical believers in their own strength to accomplish
…they shrink in embarrassment as they recall all they’ve ignored while pursuing their own preferences
…they feel the humiliation even more deeply as they remember all that has chosen to pass them by, especially as they begin to fully understand the legitimacy of why they were overlooked or discarded
…they begin to question their own wisdom and intelligence that they once believed in so strongly; bury their head in their hands and squeeze when it hits them that their efforts to bring a better life to the ones they’ve loved most may well have damaged them instead. They cringe, squeeze harder at their skull
…yet they cannot bring themselves to regret their dreams; they give full creedence to the beauty of their dreams. They realize that resignation to mediocrity is such a cowardly way to live; which is why they dreamed. They are both proud of themselves for having the courage to dream, and ashamed of themselves when they realize that their best efforts could not bring the dreams to fruition
…sometimes, in the midst of a dark night as the ageless moon and stars blink their blessings on the Autumn of the Earth, men in quiet places allow themselves to feel the full force of every emotion, and just like women and children they feel tears rising to the surface, and for once let them fall
…it is in these moments that the heart of Adam reaches most fervently for the hand of Eve