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January 01, 2013



Amen. Best thing I've read in the last few days. Doing a bit of that myself of late.

At somepoint, maybe 35, certainly 45, the "age of limits" arrived. No, I'd probably not be an Olympic athlete, great American novelist, musician, astronaut, mother/father Theresa, or end up fabulously wealthy nor likely dirt poor.

And then it occurred to me, slowly. That life is pve not pvp. I could still participate in all those things and more to some extent. The extent to which I enjoyed it which means acknowledging trade offs as legitimate. If I can enjoy those activities, those around me with the time and resources I have, I should learn to do it guilt free and without an eye on what anyone else is doing.

It's hard, but it gets easier and that's when it starts to get good. Now why did I have to wait so long to get to that point?

Happy New Year!

Alysianah aka Saylah

I love that analogy, life is PVE. We are gamers at the core. No wonder I can't give that up either.

Thanks for the smile. Happy New Year to you and yours!

Capn John

I went through similar feelings after my Dad passed away. He was just 62 years old, and I couldn't help but wonder how long I had left. It didn't help that both Dad's parents had passed away at an early age...or so I thought.

Fortunately, Dad had written his memoirs before he passed away, and my sister had them bound and printed, so on my bookshelf I have a book of my father's life (which is a great opportunity for my kids to learn about the grandfather they never knew). I turned to Dad's memoirs and discovered that despite a lifetime of alcohol abuse culminating in Alzheimer-induced senility, and despite decades of chain smoking, both my paternal grandparents had lived far longer lives than one would have expected. Both lived well into their 70s, if not 80s if I recall correctly.

I was mollified. I knew Dad's health had been poor, he'd undergone multiple knee replacement surgeries (he kept wearing them out), that he'd been on various medications for numerous ailments, etc. so it wasn't one particular thing that caused his death, and it also wasn't anything that should give me cause for concern. Considering Dad's parents both lived longer lives than him (despite abusing their own bodies) it gives me hope for an extended life of my own, that I'll have plenty of time to enjoy my life, my children, and my grandchildren. Not that I have grandkids yet, and I don't want any for at least 10-15 years, and then from my son, not my currently 8-year old daughter ;)

Alysianah aka Saylah

That's wonderful that although your father had his share of issues, he'd undertaken something very few have done by writing his memoirs. What a wonderful keepsake for your whole family.

Parents are becoming grandparents fairly young these days so it's no longer a reflection of your own age. But I totally understand. :-)

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