The people of my generation should realize how lucky they are to be able to see the rockstars of the previous generation growing old. For the rockstars of the previous generation, were the best so far!
The feeling of growing old bothers me as I am about to turn a mere 25 years, while few are afraid of turning 40 with chronic illnesses, I sometimes worry about turning 27. What keeps me going? Is watching these rockstars growing old, with timeless persistence and perfection, they keep performing their art. Well, so can I, whatever my art may be.
Everyone thinks about the meaning and purpose of life, and what happens after the dark, when the lights have been switched off forever. As much as I would be thrilled to believe that something awaits me across the thin line between life and death, I am sure of the entirety of what beholds. It maybe a few flashes of a lifetime, fancy highlights or scary lights but eventually everything ends in a big black nothing. And, it can be only confirmed by entering that interstellar-ish blackhole.
So, till then, the meaning and purpose of life is constrained to performing our gigs, climbing those mountains and swimming those oceans blue!