A rather depressing conclusion to a conversation I was having the other night with a group of 40/50 somethings was that the older you get, the less joy / excitement one derives from things.
Is that true? It certainly can seem that way.
I look back over my life to date and events that I can call to mind that I associate with joy mostly seem to have occurred in the distant past. An amazing exotic holiday, falling in love, marriage, seeing an amazing film / musical, hearing the Paperlate EP for the first time.
Surely there's more to come or is becoming a cantankerous old sow just par for the course?
Is that true? It certainly can seem that way.
I look back over my life to date and events that I can call to mind that I associate with joy mostly seem to have occurred in the distant past. An amazing exotic holiday, falling in love, marriage, seeing an amazing film / musical, hearing the Paperlate EP for the first time.
Surely there's more to come or is becoming a cantankerous old sow just par for the course?
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