One more step towards the end

Apart from the joyful celebrations of the New Year, more or less sincere, more or less complimentary, the opening of a year marks inexorably the pass of time. There is something of us being left, abandoned and, being certain that we face newborn experiences, surprises and fates, eventually the up-coming events that we shall live will be much less that those we already left. As one more year is gone, today I remember I am one step closer to my departure... As anyone is.

I am not satisfied nor feel at ease at all by advocations such us Carpe diem. The formulations of the sort are many, old and beatifully settled, frequently, for instance:

En tanto que de rosa y azucena
se muestra la color en vuestro gesto,
y que vuestro mirar ardiente, honesto,
enciende al corazón y lo refrena;

  y en tanto que el cabello, que en la vena      5
del oro se escogió, con vuelo presto,
por el hermoso cuello blanco, enhiesto,
el viento mueve, esparce y desordena:

  coged de vuestra alegre primavera
el dulce fruto, antes que el tiempo airado       10
cubra de nieve la hermosa cumbre;

  marchitará la rosa el viento helado.
Todo lo mudará la edad ligera
por no hacer mudanza en su costumbre.

(Garcilaso de la Vega, 1501 - 1536)

These messages might work for the good or simple-minded, I don´t know, but I doubt it is valid for the complex or wrecked _At least, it does not for me.

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I am yawning and yearning for bed now, so I will jot down a couple of ideas for short films. One idea is from sometime back; the sencond one is a real case I have been referred to today.

First: The Nobel Price
In Bergman´s Wild Strawberries, a world-famous researcher is awarded the Nobel Price at one point late in his career. In spite of being old and that, he gets recognition at the end of his career, and the story is about the man recalling his past.
Now, can you imagine a man at the end of his life, after spending 50 years to a research topic, having held a certain fame, finding now his theories overcome by new developments of others, younger? Can you imagine this story, all the personal vocation of a man, all his sacrifices rendered fruitless, precisely at the end?
It is a powerful leit-motiv, don´t you think?

Second: The Little Shape
Place the action in a residence for old and disabled catholic priests, belonging to a certain denomination. You have this priest, reduced to no more than a little shape, being looked after by a nurse, a woman, as he is not independent anymore. The man is old and can´t conceive being touched and cared by a woman. He just acts according to his past and education for more than 60 years. He used to be dynamic, he even was a nurse for a while, he used to have ideas, he used to want radical changes. Now he is in a residence for disabled priests, never got married, his family already gone, so did most of his friends, he is no more than a little shape.