There comes a time in our life when to use a golf analogy, we realize we are closer to the eighteenth hole than we are the first hole. We 'suddenly' find ourselves on the back nine. We may realize how many shots we have thrown away for one reason or another. We may wonder how much of a difference we have made in the world, or if we have made any difference at all. It is easy to become melancholy about the whole matter. So much of our life has passed, so much time wasted here and there. I do not believe anyone feels differently about it. We would like to have that time back but that of course is impossible. This is the time when we need to realize that today is the oldest we are in our life and that today is also the youngest we will ever be now. Do not settle into the long, slow fade. All things age under Dao. All that lives will die. Until that time when we set out on our next journey, make each day count instead of counting the days. There is still so much we can do even if we do nothing. Do not let the confines of a muddled society tell you any different or make you feel unworthy. Keep playing. Go birdie, birdie, birdie on the last holes of your life and then head for the clubhouse with dignity.