Bear with me.... this one gets weird....
I'm 46 on Sunday. I was fine with 30, not that bothered by 40, and didn't even notice 41-45 going past, but 46.... that's closer to 50 than to 40.
50.
Fifty.
Jesus H.
Where the hell has my life gone ? I'm still 20 in my head. I haven't done a fraction of what I wanted to, nor achieved any of the 'basics' in life, like - own a house, have kids, have a pension to rely on in my old age. I'm 46, no savings, no house, a shitload of debt and no pension.
I'm now at the point where my age counts against me in job applications.
How the hell can I make up for all the missed time ?
This isn't how I hoped it would be.
Take heed all you young people... get your act together now, 'cos you'll take your eye off the ball and in the blink of an eye you'll find yourself middle aged and going "whoaaaa ! - what the fuck happened there ??!!! - last time I looked I was 26 !!!" In your twenties, you try to look ahead at the rest of your life and it's like you have eons of time laid out before you. At least I felt that anyway... I was unable to grasp the enormity of the endless decades ahead. There will
always be plenty of time to do this, get that, sort out whatever.
No there won't. It passes silently and quickly without you noticing, until one day you suddenly realise how
much time has gone and you never even saw it going past. The one thing I never understood in my younger days was just
how fast it goes.
Get your finances in order. SAVE. (and yes, you CAN afford it, even if it's only a few quid a week). There are no second chances - it's a one-way one-time journey and before you know it you'll be trying to come to terms with the concept that there are more years behind you than you have left. That's a biggie - looking into your future and seeing the end of the line visible on the horizon for the first time. I dread to think what it must be like for folks much further down the line - to live with the idea that any particular day might be your last.
I've come to the conclusion that life is pretty shit. To be a creature that has a consciousness and understanding of the finite nature of it's own existence is a pretty shit thing to be. I'd rather be blissfully ignorant. You can understand people's desire to believe in religions that preach that death is not the end.
/midlife crisis
*p.s. No quotes from Floyd's 'Time' or Python's 'Meaning of Life' please
