I just turned 40 years old yesterday. Got to thinking and looking back. How many goals have I attained in my life? When I was young I had big dreams. I was going to see the world. I was going to be rich and famous. Funny thing about age. These things don’t have the appeal they once used to. Sure, I would still like to see the world, I’ve never even been off the North American continent, but it’s not a priority in my life anymore. Of course I would like to be rich, but I’m content with all that I have. I enjoy luxuries I never would have dreamed about 15 or 20 years ago. Just little things like iPods, DVRs, and many other things I’m not even aware of. Don’t care much about the being famous dream anymore. I’ve come to ask myself, “Do I really care about such-and-such famous person? I mean as a real person?” Nope. Then why would I want to be famous? Not going to get any more people to care about you. Just happy to be “famous” to my wife and kids.
So, the more I look back on it, the more I appreciate being 40. I wonder how much wiser I’ll be when I’m 80? I’ll probably be senile by then, which, who knows, might be the hight of wisdom.