My life after three decades

I have lived, lived and grown thus far. And i can see my life, life after thirty years from now;wrinkled and fatigued starting to welcome the death.

I am doom to fade, as anything in this earth.As long as we are made of blood and bones, and by extension,everything irrespective of what substances it is made of,it is impossible to escape the transformation, the process of a natural change. But we have in our hands, to choose what kind of life we want to live on. Some choose to become rich first and earn prestige, others opt knowledge and get respect out of it. And still the world has another kind of people who choose to become powerful and famous, and yet some are famous and respected even if these(respect,power, fame etc.) were not their expectations.

In the name of power, many dirty politics and power hungry animals come and go. From the time of its existence(immemorial), the world has observed many incidences where innocent commons were at the mercy of those so called powerful men. Men do everything for power;some even sell their souls(to the devil) in order to achieve one's objective, no matter how devastatingly unconventional their action may be. But what ever we do, for any reason, there is only one thing in common: consciously or subconsciously, we are all in search of HAPPINESS.

I consider myself young now. And like any other,i am tempted by power, wealth, prestige and other lascivious things . I am no exceptional. But will these temptations still follow me some decades after? If and only if the almighty give me some decades to exist, i should gradually learn to live my life, searching happiness my own way. Wealth, power and prestige, to some extent,can be a means of happiness, but the purpose of life goes beyond. Thus time and experience should teach me how to be fine with wealth, reputation and power thing or still be more than what is fine without.

Sometimes, i really want to grow beyond age. Because,just being old would not necessarily mean we grew. We may be centenarian and perhaps the same old nasty habit may continue. Then it would mean we are still young(have not grown) even after hundred years of existence in this never-constant world. I want to grow tall-some years after, i should have grown really old: with wise wisdom in every gray hair(of my head); experience in every wrinkle(of my body); extra vitality in my frail bones; and my thick, very thick spectacles residing on top of the my complaining nose should help me see the clear view of this wonderful world.

note: this is a random write-up without coherence.