We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Yeah, but he lives in Paris, writes, and is in that blissful stage of family life when caring for very young kids. When one THINKS life is so hard, but actually life is sweet... We should all have his problems. As GWTW pointed out, the guy will have a lot more regrets when he is older...
IMHO, it's a good idea at 37 to start thinking "what should I do so that I do NOT wake up at 75 regretting the last half of my life..." . Because the years of early parenthood are the ones when one tells oneself to put aside childish things like pursuing dreams, being selfish, doing what one wants, in the perfectly decent interests of being a breadwinner, being responsible, loving a spouse, protecting those darling kiddies. Nothing wrong with those things, but the frog boiling begins. By degrees one abandons the things one once pursued and wakes up when the kids are gone, wandering like a lost soul in the proverbial dark wood Dante conjured up for us...only without guide or poetry
There is an old view of sin as missing the mark. This includes the idea that one has to be constantly re-examining one's conscience to re-calibrate one's behaviour and attitudes so as not to stray from the path God has called one to pursue. A small detour initially can take one further and further astray. Or another view of sin as a virtue taken to extremes. Again, this means one needs to examine where one has been and how one has been doing (obviously, a faith community of people who love you and will kick your butt when you are heading down the wrong path help here) and where one should go. Nobody can exist wholly in the present and stay on course.
At 52 I'm doing about the same weights on big lifts as I did when I was 21. The difference now is I go home, go to bed, and wake up sore. Back then I cleaned up, went to a party, and chased girls all night.
Well at 87 I'm stronger than I was this time last year when my arthiritis had me laid low. Still, it's tough schlepping 50# sacks of Quikcrete, and can't budge the 80's. (Pouring a little slab to extend the landing at the bottom of some deck stairs, tomorrow or Thursday depending on these interminable rain showers.)
I'm 38. I started running 3 years ago. In that time, I've dropped 30lbs, and am in the best shape I've been in since 19. By the time I hit 40, if things go according to plan, I will have run a couple of marathons and be in the best shape of my life.
I feel that lost years thing a lot. Why didn't I take care of myself better at 25? Why did I waste four years of college, with all the easy free time I had, and spend most evenings playing video games rather than running or hitting the gym for an hour?
I can't get that time back. I can try to impart some of that hard-earned wisdom to my kids, but it will likely bounce right off, as it did on me when my father did the same. I'll still try though, likely for the same reasons my dad tried with teenage me.
Recriminations and "What If's" don't help anything though. Being faster tomorrow than I was yesterday, at least gives me a goal that I can still be active and enjoying life long down the road, at least.