I'm just glad I was able to return to some of that innocence and beauty I had as a child when I started my own family and my children brought me back some of that spirit.
Art saved me it got me through my depression and self-loathing back to a place of innocence.
Over the years Woodstock got glorified and romanticised and became the event that symbolised Utopia. It's the last page of our collective memory of the age of innocence. Then things turned ugly and would never be the same again.
Those who improve with age embrace the power of personal growth and personal achievement and begin to replace youth with wisdom innocence with understanding and lack of purpose with self-actualization.
I appreciate simplicity true beauty that lasts over time and a little wit and eclecticism that make life more fun.