I’m wondering why we ask these kinds of questions. What does this tell us about ourselves? We’ll never be able to move back to other parts of our lives, so what do we learn from these answers.
What does it mean if someone mentions another time of life? Does that mean they don’t like this time in their life as much as a past time? Or does it just mean they are telling a story about the past?
There are things I would like. I’d love to have they body I had when I was younger. The body that could spend all day raking and shoveling as I did this weekend, and not feel a single bit of soreness. On the other hand, I love being sore, because it reminds me I can still do these things and not get muscle spasms.
I might like to go back to a time in my life when I was getting lots of sex, but I also really enjoy being a father and husband and the head of the household. How the hell did that happen? A feminist for life and yet still, I act the way my father did when I was growing up.
My life has treated me well despite the fact it has thrown some serious problems in my way. I’ve had to cope with a mental illness that made me want to seriously kill myself. But I didn’t, and now my life is in a much easier phase. My kids are doing all right. My wife can afford to retire, albeit temporarily. Life has given me much to be grateful for.
In the last few days, women have even given me unsolicited compliments on my looks. That’s about as crazy as it has ever gotten in my life. I’m gonna try not to let it get to me, though. It’s better to feel small and hungry, I think. That way, whatever I accomplish makes me feel good. If I get cocky and big for my britches, I am surely headed for disaster.