It is common to think that age deters ones perception of things, physical capacities or tangential willingness to accommodate. Sure enough, by and by age gives way to a nuanced objectivity subject to the narrowness of our own experiences. This is not to say that wisdom tends to disregard age, but this may be conditionally true. To say the former without qualification would be absurd given the many examples in which wisdom and age correspond. Truth is, the more experience is informed by the same kind of things the more it solidifies the experiences, sometimes in the face of reality in general, sometimes to spite reality just the same.
This reciprocation cycles through informing on the one hand and restraining on the other. While on the one hand we are capable of doing things and learning things, capacity doesn't necessarily give way to activity. In other words just because you can do something doesn't mean you do it. The same can be said about learning or thinking in general. Our capacities are very rarely realized.

No matter, I am getting older, the world is getting smaller and bigger simultaneously, only to throw me into a whirlwind of colliding arguments, ideals, and problems. It is not that you cannot find self-help books that are laden with add-ons and pick-me-ups for these kind of problems or older “friends” and siblings with commercial responses conditionally different than your own struggles. Its that people are talking without good sense. The very prevalence of the self-help boom emancipates a real, genuine problem everyone has and for which everyone has a solution. Talk about Irony.
The strange contradictions run so deep that I find people answering questions they have never asked while dealing arbitrarily with the questions they have asked. Honestly, it is hard to find people who take their own questions seriously; consequently, it is harder to find people with helpful advise than it is to find people willing to talk.