Increasingly, I find myself identifying with a quote from the film Watchmen:
"Things change...I'm 67 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, keep on getting brighter." - Silk Spectre
I don't need to be 67 years old to see the writing on the wall - my best days are behind me. At 37 without access to anything enchanting, meaningful or that I truly want, all I have to look forward to is a job that will sustain my survival needs until I become too decrepit to function and rely on others to prolong my life.
I don't regret the time I spent enjoying myself in my 20's. Rather, I regret the 10 years poured into trying to play the game of life that I felt I must achieve by struggling in jobs that never paid off and simply led me to seek a hermitic lifestyle.
Time waits for no man.
This man isn't going to wait for time.
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