The perspectives of age are not necessarily right, but instead reflect what we became. The perspectives of youth are distorted by what we wish to become. Scars and imagination distort our views from either end of life. Fortunately, in between, life keeps us sufficiently occupied to not be too deceived by the distortions of our dreams and scars.
Most of all we are blind to what we are. That also is just as well.
Eventually we figure out there is very little to see that is not of our own making. If this leads to the further deception that there is nothing beyond that of our own making, our souls are rendered destitute and hopeless.
With luck and faith, we will discern that in the absence of specific sights and visions there is still much to perceive. We want to see, for seeing is delightfully specific and incontrovertible. But what matters, what is real, is not constrained to this temporal — corporeal existence discernible by photons impinging upon retinas.
In this life there is very little to see beyond our worldly contrivances, but there is an infinity to sense, discern, and know. Life consists of learning these more subtle discernments that are liberated from corporeal perceptions. Soul consists of what we do with those discernments.