Today is my 40th birthday.
Last year I wrote about the importance of birthdays and
noted that, statistically speaking, I was entering middle age.
I’ve never been one to lament growing older. This is for several reasons: 1. There’s nothing you can do about it, so,
to paraphrase Buddhist and Stoic philosophers, whining about it is irrational
and unhealthy. 2. Barring some horrifically painful and permanently debilitating illness, getting older is almost certainly better than the
alternative. 3. Getting older isn’t all
bad – those new experience points mean you can level up!
One great thing about getting older is that you start
figuring some things out: things like relationships, career, family, who you
are as a person, and how to get dental insurance (something I just figured out
two years ago). Figuring out everything would be boring, though. You’ve got to keep some mystery in your
life! Luckily there are still plenty of
enigmas in this universe, like the nature of consciousness, how there can be
old news, and skinny people who go on diets.
I’ve been joking that my biggest decision upon turning 40 is
that I need to start deciding what kind of midlife crisis to have.