It’s the recognition that all that “youth” stuff is going away, that the peak of debt has hit, that life truly is finite after all, responsibility has taken over nearly every waking moment, and that there’s too much baggage (emotional, legal and physical) to just take off for new adventures.
It’s the realization that whatever you did wrong you wish you had done right, and what you did right you wish you’d done a little more wrong.
It’s that you have too much to lose: financial risks, motorcycle racing, world travel on a shoestring, combat, chasing tail, etc. are past being options for testing oneself and winning (or losing) big.
At 39, I know of what I speak.
Wow-you really hit it on the head.
At 39, I agree with every word you wrote.
Nothing personal (or don’t take this wrong), but it sux being you....
I turn 40 tomorrow. I feel your pain.
Well said.
I’m soon to be 36, and I cannot afford to be as carefree as my youthful days. Hell, I just blinked, and now I have a wife, 2 kids, a home w/ a second mortgage, a dog, and what seems to be an increasing amount of debt....when did this all happen?
However, as much as I’d like to complain, I still have it better than many other people.
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You nailed it.