As we age and grow and morph into the beautifully imperfect creatures that we all are, we inevitably experience heartbreak -- the loss of love. That loss can often lead to confusion, self-doubt, endless "what ifs," and a constant re-playing of the sparkly memories shared with a lover who is now no more than a ghost.
I had no idea that people are happiest at the beginnings and the ends of their lives, for example. That the vast majority of Americans over 65 live independently. The older people get, the less afraid they are of dying. Why don't more people know this stuff? Because we live in a culture that drowns out all but the negative about growing old, or even just aging past youth.