I’m at an age when most people have stopped actively looking forward to the next year, and when most people have not yet begun to lament the relentless march of time. The mid-twenties have it’s own quiet little crisis, as friends start stressing about reaching 30.
The truth is I enjoy getting older.
Every waking moment, my worldview changes just a little because I am learning. Even the most constant things in my life are continually viewed against an ever-varying background of understanding. Effectively, I rarely regard the same thing or person twice with exactly the same perspective. Even concerning things I dislike at present, I find in everything the potential for endless fascination.
I have a realistic idea of what boredom really is. I don’t believe it’s fair to say that you’ve gotten tired of something. The truth is you should really just go away until you’ve grown up some more.
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