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.