When You Get Old You Realize There Are No Answers, Just Stories

When You Get Old You Realize There Are No Answers, Just Stories.

I am almost 100 years old; waiting for the end, and thinking about the beginning.

There are things I need to tell you, butt would you listen if I told you how quickly time passes? I know you are unable to imagine this.

Nevertheless, I can tell you that you will awaken some day to find that your life has rushed by at a speed at once, impossible and cruel.

The most intense moments will seem to have occurred only yesterday and nothing will have erased the pain and pleasure, the impossible intensity of love and its dog leaping happiness, the bleak blackness of passions unrequited, or unexpressed, or unresolved.

You get old and you realize there are no answers, just stories…

Photography: Ania Powalowska