One of the interesting curses of ageing is not the sagging body or the mutinous knees - it's the inescapable awareness of complexity. You can't unsee what was blind to the 20-something you...

Very deep. Is this what happens when you find yourself at a Test match, too much time to think.

From someone who has throughout my life been accused of overthinking, now, as an undeniable Old, I'm feeling just a bit vindicated. That the overthinking paved the way; that I feel tested and ready.

Though some people seem to get through life without encountering nuance and are if anything more adverse to complexity as they age

Perhaps also a hopeless sense of lack of control+ futility over waves of warrior male actors fighting with their egos on the 🌏stage while ordinary ppl flee, die, are mutilated, in poverty+ desperation + none of the despots care as the world regresses from a stability+ safety we thought was constant.

And all your tools are broken and worn out. You can no longer hope to be right, merely less wrong.

Fortunately countered by the increasing ability not to not take everything so seriously 😉

True but the 20 somethings can see the mess the generations above them have made for them to clear up

The saying ‘youth is wasted on the young’ couldn’t be more wrong, its the naivety that makes it a great period in your life

Very wise words Stephen. No one likes getting older but the alternative is worse!

‘But at my back I always hear Time’s winged chariot hurrying near’ An awareness of one’s own mortality puts a different perspective on matters. For my own part, it has led to increased impatience as the clock is ticking for us all.