I feel increasingly like age is very irrelevant. Quite often, cynicism is confused with wisdom, and my scorn is confused with a knowing, which I don't have.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Perhaps the biggest myth about cynicism is that it deepens with age. I think what really happens is that experience painfully rips away layers of scales from our eyes, and so we do indeed become more cynical about many of the things we naively accepted when younger.
The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.
Wisdom doesn't necessarily come with age. Sometimes age just shows up all by itself.
Ageism works in both directions. As a teenager in the public eye, people would talk condescendingly to me. When you get older there's this feeling that you have to start carving up your face and body. Right now I'm in the middle ground - I think women in their thirties are taken seriously.
As we get older - perhaps I'm just speaking for myself - we can get too cynical.
I think cynicism lasts. Sentimentality ages, dates quickly.
The older you get, the more you realise how happenstance... has helped to determine your path through life.
I think I hate cynicism more than anything else. It's the curse of our age, and I want to avoid it at all costs.
With age comes common sense and wisdom.
With age comes a greater wisdom, an ease and comfort with oneself.