my best friend once told me, while throwing frisbee in the sun, high and smiling, a few years back in shanghai that it would never get better then this. that we would never be happier. it was mid-aftenoon, on a work day, we were free, from responsibility and from the watching gaze of others. we had nowhere to be, we were throwing plastic back and forth, it was a moment i remember when i feel weighed down with the obligations of getting older. it is a time i wish he was wrong but understand he was not.
time changes us. our bodies age, responsibilities change and our idea of fun wraps into something other. when things do not fall apart, it is a good day.
our life is 28,825 days, it is a long race. i mean this that the check-points we run through are different depending how old you are. in your twenties, perhaps sleeping with as many partners as possible made you feel on top of your game, in your 30s, perhaps its how many countries you have seen, in you 40s your pay begins to matter more, in the 50s your family and friends, 60s your health, 70s your ability to operate freely from an old age home. different accomplishments in different stages of your life. a long race. and one in which we are only racing ourselves from yesterday.
