"There is nothing I like better than conversing with aged men. For I regard them as travelers who have gone a journey which I too may have to go, and of whom I ought to inquire whether the way is smooth and easy or rugged and difficult. Is life harder toward the end, or what report do you give it?"
Discussion
As somewhat of an aged man, I can report (as perhaps Plato may have), that the road is rugged and difficult. But if you pay close attention to yourself in a brutally honest way, learn to get to know that little character on your shoulder that incessantly talks to you derogatorily (your ego) and practice to ignore that little, loud voice for an extended period of time, you may get to travel a smoother and easier road. Life, then, gets easier. And you’d be much humbler than the person you might identify with now.