Of cognitive decay and its simulation

#define man "men, women & everyone else more confused"

Isn't it a glaring irony that a man's age is (supposedly) synonymous with his maturity, but his propensity to attain greater maturity is in fact, inversely related to the time he spends on this planet. I heard somewhere a long time ago, that a man's brain stops manufacturing nerve cells after reaching adulthood. Doesn't fill me with dollops of unbounded joy to know that the only part of my body which does any amount of work (yeah anything it does is work OK? ) is in an irreversible state of decay. It sure as hell affects me when I'm trying to grasp a new concept and stuff into the depths of my brain in a format that is digestible, and not excreted with complete apathy (from my brain not me! sleep over it :) )

Or is it just that I'm too disillusioned with anything and everything, too disinterested, to focus my brain, to concentrate, to think of a goal, an objective, and work towards it single-mindedly, not caring about what the results might be, just giving it all that I can muster (and probably a little more). The glory of achievement is only worth its weight in gold, when it's foundations have been forged from blood, sweat and tears. It is that bliss that I cherish; but it is a slightly difficult to attain that elusory state of Nirvana if I don't what the fuck I want to do !!! Jeez I'm pathetic!