Skin is constantly plastered with all manner of creams and lotions to try and prevent the rivers of life carving a niche into the flesh. Bodies are worked until they can work no longer to try and force them into retaining their youthful shape and feel but in reality we don't stop and recognise, not even for a moment - that age is beautiful.
We forget, and barely acknowledge for most of the time, that age is associated with increased diversity. You will find a more diverse people in a room of seventy year old people, than you will in a room of seventeen year old people. The wisdom, experience and attitude of many older people is vital to society, to living and existing.
Literature, documents and the government tend to reinforce the negative image of older people that's already deep rooted in society. Older people are seen as being a drain on the economy, requiring money for care, living and medical needs. We forget that these people were the icons of society that collectively built the world before us so that we may have innovative lives. We forget that we weren't born from nothingness.
I recently read that a 25 year old may lie on the metaphorical couch for decades of their life whilst a 75 year old may appreciate the need to change in the very short term and value what they have left a lot more dearly.
Thus it's time to see age for what it is - something beautiful, a part of the circle of life and something that, disregarding early death whether deliberate or not, we cannot for the most part, avoid. Contrary to popular belief, Psychosocial Development continues until we die, and only ceases when we no longer cease to be. As the popular phrase goes, Change is inevitable - but change is not synonymous with decline.