So what has triggered all this philosophical thinking? It's not the kids (or lack thereof), spouse (the nonexistent one), house (at least that's here) or job (I love mine). What prompted all this circumspection is my own analysis of the gap between goals still not accomplished verses the dwindling amount of time available to make them happen. I still want to cross off certain life tasks from my to-do list. My soul knows that time is no longer on my side. It has not been in my favor since I hit the big 3-0 or even 27. Life just accelerates after you hit the quarter-century mark of age 25. Oddly enough, I would never want to have the life I had back then return to my reality. At 25 I was not in California, not living in a spacious house surrounded by plenty of nature, and my mindset was completely different. When I had my quarter century crisis I was living in a downtown hi-rise in a large metropolitan city near the East Coast of a different country. The only thing that really was valuable to me at 25 was that I had a sense of endless time still available to me in generous supply. Time was my asset but without an internal navigation system that develops from a solid sense of self, some precious time got wasted.
Yes we are living longer.With enough delegation and productivity techniques I can catch up with things that still need to be done in my life but the bloom of youth has dried up. To be honest I was thinking today about booking my first appointment for Juvederm injections, reasearched anti-aging spa treatments, and almost hired a professional stylist to keep my look stylish and years younger. Each day that I get older now I think all those tactics are essential things to do in a culture that reveres youth. Turning the master number 33 has triggered such a complex brew of emotions that I worry how the next 11 years will unfold. If I feel this way at 33 what emotions will age 44 bring?
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No one wants to look back on their life and think that they still had so much left in them that was never unleashed. Who wants to die with songs unwritten or books unpublished or companies never founded? I don't want to get too esoteric but such perspectives are unavoidable when too much time goes by. We may live in this modern technology rich world with its endless supply of appointments, schedules and social affairs but these digital induced moments and our mobile devices just accelerates time. Is life really about the level of output in a day, year, decade, lifetime? I guess it is. I guess that is how we are measured. The digital age is all about metrics: how many Twitter followers you have, number of Facebook friends, your Klout score, to the social influence of your digital footprint calculated by Google AdSense. Those things might measure how influential we are as conduits in an online viral marketing campaign but they can't measure whether our life was an accomplishment of destiny. Do any of these statistics even come close to giving an account of our quality of person, our character, or how touching our contribution to others and the world really is? Numbers are only precise to a point.