I am 44 and feel this way. Didn't start till I was around 41 though like waterlesscloud. Slight variation on the same theme. Early on I think I made a lot of decisions to please other people. To reinforce their perceptions of me. Nice house, nice cars etc. An enhanced sense of mortality made me embrace "go big or go home". I had to do what I wanted to do - even if that meant failing and being "poor" for a while as we bootstrapped and then angel funded things.
I wish I'd never seen Godfather III. When Michael Corleone sits down in that wooden chair in the vineyard and his entire life flashes before him. That haunts me. Am I going to be proud that I took chances and embraced the full range of emotions that life has to offer? Or would it be rather dull for the most part although numbingly comfortable in an upper middle class way.
I wish I'd never seen Godfather III. When Michael Corleone sits down in that wooden chair in the vineyard and his entire life flashes before him. That haunts me. Am I going to be proud that I took chances and embraced the full range of emotions that life has to offer? Or would it be rather dull for the most part although numbingly comfortable in an upper middle class way.