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Diary of a B+ Grade Polymath ([personal profile] tcpip) wrote2008-01-20 09:50 pm

Forty

Despite its strong Judeo-Christian overtones many years ago at the tender age of 16, I decided that U2's 40 would be my song when I reached that age. So here I am; forty years old. It ain't so bad; the day was like any other although I must admit, I think my chance to be a champion athlete has passed :-)

Is there supposed to be a radical moment of self-reflection of one's achievements at this stage, representing the nominal half-way point in one's life, or the time it takes a generation to arise? Muhammed received his first angelic revelation at 40.. how about that for dealing with a mid-life crisis?

If I am to do so, I feel a great sense of good fortune. Despite my social background, I've managed to drag myself to a comfortable financial situation, and yet I feel strongly for those who have not had the opportunity or circumstances to improve their lot. I can look back in past and present careers; education advocate and researcher, political advisor, computer systems trainer, systems administrator - with modest degree of satisfaction with the actions and results.

I have been blessed with a modicum of good looks (or so I've been told) and a gregarious personality, which has meant good fortune in love. Indeed, I have been much blessed by past and present partners and from each and every one of them I have learned valuable, positive lessons of life and relationships.

At forty I can feel relaxed, comfortable and satisfied. Yet there is still a buring fire within that wants to take back the future, to remake the world and that project still has another two score to run - at the very least.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_fustian/ 2008-01-20 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
another two score to run - at the very least.

Decades, or centuries?

Congrats, young scamp!

[identity profile] tcpip.livejournal.com 2008-01-21 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Decades, or centuries?

Well, for me it'll probably be decades :-)

Congrats, young scamp!

Cool, I get called 'young' and a 'scamp'!