I do not like that more and more things that I enjoy in this world are decaying at a greater and greater velocity. Is this sensation the genesis of mid-life conservatism because my world is being diminished? I suppose this should remind me that being given a chance at life is a great privilege. And privilege decays, eventually, always. Goodbye, Philip Seymour Hoffman. Rest came too early.
It never occurred to me like that, but that's an interesting thought. For most of my life I've had slightly older friends and so I've generally been the youngest of the people I hang out with, but I've noticed that after 24, that's not really the case anymore. Being alive is strange.Is this sensation the genesis of mid-life conservatism because my world is being diminished?