I couldn't resist going up to them and said, "Children, you laughed at his trembling hand and blind eyes. But you didn't see the main thing: this man was once just like you. Perhaps stronger and sharper-sighted. Life isn't a straight line upward, but a circle. And you are standing on the same path, just at the beginning."

Why does the realization of the fragility of everything come only after forty? Because in youth, it seems that death and old age are for someone else. That time is an infinite resource, and the body an eternal mechanism. But every year that passes removes this illusion. I remember myself at 20 I, too, was immortal. And now I am grateful for every morning when I can see, hear, and walk without pain.

I don't wish these children any harm. On the contrary, I said this so they would wake up. Respect for old age is respect for your own future. Today, you are laughing at a blind man. Tomorrow, fate may take away your sight, or your legs, or your memory. And then you will remember this moment. Don't laugh at other people's wrinkles they will be yours someday. Appreciate what you have while you can do so effortlessly. Because true wisdom lies not in knowledge, but in seeing others' pain and not adding your own cruelty to it.

What do you think, dear men? Was I right? Or maybe I was too rude somewhere? Tell me your opinion, I'm very interested.
Tati