"The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped." -Arthur Schopenhauer, philosopher
I haven't a clue about "the closing years of life", but I do know that as I evolve I am less and less able to be untrue to myself, and thus others. I can no longer strive against my own nature, against my intuition, or even against my desires. I also lack the willingness to be that which I am not: placing a mask on my genuine self. I still hope that people will "like me for who I am", but I accept that some don't. And frankly My Dear, I don't give a damn!