Every life has a love story, even though the beloved may be imaginary, or a cat.
Babies and the old are permitted self-absorption. In between, it provokes resentment.
I tried good taste, but the strain was too much for me.
The aphorism is a slippery plaything.
As a comforter, philosophy cannot compete with a good dinner.
Call on literary convention, and it will gladly tell your story for you.