I read again today that every Woman would love to have one more grand and passionate love affair. I think the speaker said Woman, but it must apply to Men too, otherwise why would there be a 'MID-LIFE CRISIS' in the lexicon.
There comes a time for all of us when we suddenly realize we are older. We might almost say it's the day when we stop pretending we are older as you do when you are growing up and start to define yourself by the nearest year under the next decade that you think you might get away with.
Everyone knows someone who is having a 20th+ Anniversary of their 29th Birthday. I read somewhere that no one ever feels that they are older than 32. If this is so, it explains why people in their 70's and 80's climb up on ladders and think they can do the same things they did in their youth.
Human nature seems always to see us accomplishing things and moving forward. However, there is a day that comes, regardless of how we try to delay it that we look back wistfully and wish, if only for a moment, that we still were at whatever age we felt happiest.
A lucky few may feel that day of greatest happiness, but I am almost certain that most of us would think it was at least a decade earlier than today.
We are a passionate species, passionate about ideas and our interests, passionate in our emotions about things we like and even more so about those we hate. Many emotions, some happy and some sad or angry. Some showing disappointment but,
more often still with a grain of optimism pushing us forward into the next day.
I understand wistfulness for that perfect time when we feel we were 'on top of the world' or carefree, or happiest. I think it's good to remember how we felt then. I also think that feeling this again can give us something to think about and give us a clue what it would feel like to make everyday, from now on, feeling like that to us again.
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