Over at The England Project, a somewhat pessimistic variation on the seven ages of man. It’s a short piece but do pop over and have a gander.
“Up until the age of 5 or so your time is pretty much your own. If you were more conscious of the fact you would look back on this period fondly…
…From 65ish onwards you will wonder where all the time went, wish you had developed some other kinds of interests to help you pass your time and then you will die.”
Having a somewhat dark humour, I enjoyed it in a strange sort of way. But Feck me! It is depressing. I think maybe I should go put my head in the oven now and get it over with… 
The word for that, my friend, is ‘bleak’. Very.
Indeed. :devil: