But it probably is, is you consider that, it is not only parents who become older, but also their children.
And, while it is the case that, as we get older, it allows us the opportunity, which, granted, is not always desirable or benevolent.
To perceive and experience life from what we imagine to be the vantage points of those who have thread those points in time and space before us.
By the time we get there, to the higher plateau of the mountain, our parents might have already moved on to another vantage point.
The landscape is unlikely to be the same as that beheld by our parents, even though it is the same destiny which will eventually consume us, like it does them; that we will all fall from it.
And so is the perspectual difference, to a greater or lesser extent, between us and our parents maintained, with us never really seeing exactly the same things through the same prism.
Thereby maintaining, if not extending the perspectual difference between us.
Of course, this does not invalidate the fact that, providing we are cognitively healthy, we are all able to display all the same basic emotions.
Both genuinely and affectatiously, depending on the personal and social context.
But let us not tarry with too much philosophical elaboration. My mother, as I have noted, is a woman of, let us say, advanced years.
A woman whose body is afflicted with quite a few of the aches, pains and other undesirable afflictions which can oftentimes be the companions of us humans, as we become older.
To be continued!
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