| I turned 40 the other day. There has been unrelenting reflection on where I am and how I got here. A lot of lament for a small handful of decisions and a life marked by avoiding uncomfortable decisions. I don't know where the last 20 years have gone. Last I remember, I was playing Wii in my friend's basement. I remember the seemingly endless opportunities nights laid out before us. DVDs and pizza and furious laughter. I remember waking up in strange places. I don't know when that all ended. It ended. I had a friend describe middle age as suddenly being able to see the outline of the cage. It's apt. I'd have liked to have gone to a real college, had the college experience. I'd have liked to have mended friendships. 40 has such a strange loneliness to it, I take solace in my children. My friends had children years before me and it made friendships tiring. The age gap in our children now that I have my own has not helped. I spent much of the last decade collecting retro video games. I have a room full of them. It came to me recently, I don't think I actually enjoy games. I enjoyed playing them with friends, but by myself they're hollow. I don't play games with friends anymore. When my kids get a little older we'll have fun. I've had Damien Rice's "Older Chests" playing in my head on repeat despite my best efforts to drown it out. I am in therapy, but I think I have just too strong of a mask for anyone else to truly pierce. I'll get out of this funk eventually, I should take this as a wake up call. |
It's never too late to call someone and tell them you appreciate them. It may not make you best friends again, but as long as you're both still breathing, it's never too late to reach out.