Otis
Footballguy
Just had a pretty sobering thought. Statistically speaking, I’m about halfway through my life. And it dawned on me that probably the first half of life is better than the second half.
First half of my life was pretty great. In general I’ve been fortunate to avoid major tragedy and loss. First half also includes childhood, which is an amazing and wonderful time many or most of us look back to fondly. Dating. Met and fell in love with my wife. All the “firsts.” College. Got married, had our children. Spent more time with buddies goofing off and doing single guy stuff than I ever will later in life. I mean, all the great stuff happened in the first half.
The second half? Well I haven’t finished it yet, but as things go, I’ll experience the loss of at least my parents and other family members and friends. I’ll make whoopie a whole lot less than in the first half. I’ll be fatter and slower and more achy. Probably more and more health issues will arise for me and my wife. I’ll watch the vibrant loving home we’ve built slowly become more and more quiet as my children grow up and eventually move out and leave us. The excitement and achievement of a career will only dwindle as the years go on.
Seems there’s no comparison. The first half of life is magical. The second half sounds pretty depressing.
Am I missing something here? Or are we all just marching slowly towards our demise at this point?
I’ll hang up my phone with those big number buttons on it and listen.
First half of my life was pretty great. In general I’ve been fortunate to avoid major tragedy and loss. First half also includes childhood, which is an amazing and wonderful time many or most of us look back to fondly. Dating. Met and fell in love with my wife. All the “firsts.” College. Got married, had our children. Spent more time with buddies goofing off and doing single guy stuff than I ever will later in life. I mean, all the great stuff happened in the first half.
The second half? Well I haven’t finished it yet, but as things go, I’ll experience the loss of at least my parents and other family members and friends. I’ll make whoopie a whole lot less than in the first half. I’ll be fatter and slower and more achy. Probably more and more health issues will arise for me and my wife. I’ll watch the vibrant loving home we’ve built slowly become more and more quiet as my children grow up and eventually move out and leave us. The excitement and achievement of a career will only dwindle as the years go on.
Seems there’s no comparison. The first half of life is magical. The second half sounds pretty depressing.
Am I missing something here? Or are we all just marching slowly towards our demise at this point?
I’ll hang up my phone with those big number buttons on it and listen.
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