March 1, 2008
For all that life is good it scares me shitless sometimes when I pause to consider how narrow it’s become, how much a creature of habit I am and how unlikely it may be that I’ll ever be any different. At 18 the whole world stretched endlessly before me. At 48, well, it’s hard not to feel that so many opportunities have long since passed on by. I can intellectually reconcile myself to this, just as I can intellectually argue that life is what we make it. But sometimes I hate myself for having become such a compromised experiential coward.