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yelyuh

The problem about comparing yourself to… yourself… is that even though it’s better than looking elsewhere, you’re still looking in the wrong direction. For me, it wasn’t until I trusted that the past is finished with me that I could go looking for what’s next. Our pasts can be a great comforter, or a horror movie; a noose, or a shield… but it is “past” for a reason. After a rest, we have to go looking for what’s supposed to come after that.

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As a young child, most of the protagonists in the books I read were older than me. I got the impression that the most important adventures of your life were supposed to take place at either 12 or 16.

As I gradually surpassed my childhood idols in age, I kept pushing back the bar, erroneously imagining that there was some kind of expiration date for meaningful, life-defining experiences. I’ve learned first-hand and by the assurance of every older person worth listening to that this is complete horseshit. That’s a mental trap you should never fall into. Growing older does not mean severing yourself from wonder.

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I spent my entire childhood preparing for the amazing adventure I thought was destined to happen somewhere between the ages of 12 and 18. By the time I reached 16 I was losing hope, but still (absurdly) thought I’d eventually solve some mystery or go on some crazy, unconventional adventure. These days I look at people in my real life that are in their 40s and 50s just now having exiting adventures, and I realize that some things in my childhood actually WERE pretty exciting and adventurous.

I may never open a portal to a fairy land, or run away from home to solve a murder, but I’ve still been able to do some cool shit, and I’ve got plenty of time to do more.

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I don’t care if I’m 75 when it happens… if I open a magical portal to another world, you can bet your sweet ass that I’m going through, dentures, walker, oxygen tank, hard candy, and all.