Age, Nietzsche.
Age, Nietzsche.
Comparing the four seasons to four periods of age is a seemingly plausible folly.
The first 20 years of life and the last 20 years don't fit into any season: provided that people will not be satisfied with comparing the white of their hair to the white of their eyes and similar colors. The first 20 years are a period of preparing for life in general, that is, life is like a long Lunar New Year: Also, the last 20 years are a period of anticipating, internalizing, and synthesizing everything that has been experienced before: it is small but like a new year It's like what people do every New Year's Eve when they look back on the past year. However, among these are actually seasons and periods that make comparisons easy: namely the period from twenty to fifty (here, first of all, ten years collectively correspond to three seasons: summer, spring and autumn.
There is no winter in human life. Unfortunately, one might wish to call the barren, cold, lonely, hopeless and barren period of illness that sometimes intervenes as the human winter.
Twenties: Passionate, boring, thunderous, vigorous and exhausting. At the end of the day, at the end of the day, praising the day and wiping the sweat from your forehead: The time when you think work is hard, but it is essential, your twenties are the summer of your life.
In contrast, the thirties is the spring of life: the thirties are a time when the air gets too warm and too cold all of a sudden, always unstable and irritating, with boiling sap and lush leaves, the scent of flowers everywhere, and many fascinating mornings and nights. It is a time to wake up to the sound of birdsong and go to work, to enjoy the kind of self-preparation that a true heart desires, and to strengthen self-preparation through hopes that are enjoyed in advance.
Finally, the forties are: a time full of mystery, as if everything were at a standstill: a time of being in a place like a high and wide mountain where the refreshing wind blows, and all day long and until the night, always looking at it with unchanging tenderness, a clear, cloudless sky It is the same time as: the season of harvest and the most sincere and cheerful - this is autumn.
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