When I was younger, it seemed like there were eons between 25 and 40. No one told me how fast it passes! When you’re 25, life is LONG and the future is full; ripe. It feels like you have years to burn and that those years are plentiful. So, you burn them, and then, you are not as young as you were at 25.
When you are in your twenties, you dream. You relish what your future could be.
In your thirties, it’s starting. Those dreams, they are either happening, or they’re not.
When you near FORTY, a sense of urgency sets in. Am I doing what I intended to? Am I letting obstacles prevent me from a well-lived life?
Late nights thoughts.