The unalterable course of life

You know the ideal way of life would be to first be old, when you are weak and you need a lot of wisdom and patience, and then be child, pursue art, profession wherever the heart may be, with childlike vigour and enthusiasm and having earned the wherewithalls finally, be young to enjoy the spoils of the win. But unfortunately, as nature would have it, we do not live life in that order. And, since we do not live in that order, we all tend to go through the same route, committing similar mistakes, moving across the same fault lines. What would be worse is to not resign to the fate and trying to pull and bring in one phase of life into another. What a great act of foolhardy! you lose out the best in both the life phases in question. There seems to be a danger in letting oneself flow in life, as dangerous as lying effortlessly in the river, till the split-second before you begin to drown. That split second moment of trust and letting go eventually metamorphoses into a journey of unrestrained happiness across large stretch of uninhabited land, a journey that stretches from eternity, unto eternity. As you work not because your life depends on it, but because the sweat out of the hard work is as enjoyable as a drop of sweat oozing off your forehead after a challenging game of soccer, or after you reach to the top of the hill, you collapse into a delirium, which makes the entire journey such a great source of happiness, that you really understand what it meant when some one says that the journey is the destination.