When Eliot told about the gifts of age he spoke the truth; but only half the truth. Let me reveal a kinder, riper, stage; a gift that springs from discipline in youth, which spices every moment that one lives. It is to sense each moment as the last; to savour every fleeting joy life gives in present beauties: free of all our past and present debts. The human mind well-stored interprets nature's gifts with added zest. Through work and knowledge comes this great reward: enjoyment of old age the final test.
We get what we have earned, maturity; the only right, the one security.