A friend encountered a curious situation while visiting a museum in Paris, France: accompanied by his wife and a guide, the museum staff insisted on selling only two tickets, believing his wife was under eighteen. Feeling frustrated, my friend asked the guide to explain that she only looked young but was actually over thirty. However, the staff remained firm, refusing to charge for an extra ticket, leaving him both touched and puzzled. He later learned that the museum staff's compensation is not tied to ticket sales; the purpose behind establishing museums in France is to allow more people, especially young people, to engage with art.
In contrast, a friend who immigrated to Canada expressed frustration regarding age. She mentioned that Westerners never seem to grasp the age of Easterners correctly; every time she visits a bar, she is required to show her ID. She often wants to tell them, "Please, I'm already middle-aged!"
Museums and bars, both having age restrictions for young people, show opposite extremes: one is incredibly lenient, while the other is extremely strict. It is much like a skilled gardener's attitude toward seedlings: they are generous with sunlight, water, nutrients, and love, yet they remain resolute in rejecting any potential harm.