Being older (I’m pushing 60), is wonderful. It is difficult to get wobbly, poor eyesight, lose skin elasticity, yet, once one accepts that which one can improve and that which one cannot, life is much more pleasant. Generally, by my age, one realizes the importance of valuing daily life as it is. The grinding, striving, or longing for an elusive goal, which may not matter to your future self, is a pressure that’s likely to have subsided. I could go on but I’d rather not sound sanctimonious on such an intimate subject. I will say that the vagaries of age have wrought a much nicer, kinder person, than I was at 20, 30, or 40. nostr:note15sp07e48s86dfg59qyyz2rxnmduvpm97zwlsdjrapfxesl49k4zql6jtku