In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life,
we are like children in a theater before the curtain is raised,
sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin.
It is a blessing that we do not know what is really going to happen.
Could we foresee it, there are times when children might seem like innocent prisoners,
condemned, not to death, but to life,
and as yet all unconscious of what their sentence means.
Nevertheless every man desires to reach old age;
in other words, a state of life of which it may be said,
“It is bad today, and it will be worse tomorrow — and so on till the worst of all.”

Arthur Schopenhauer