When you’re my age, you’re old enough to be conscious of hanging out with people either a lot older than you and even more conscious of hanging out with people a lot younger than you.
You look at the old fogies and you snigger, and then you shock yourself when you calculate how few years there are between you and them. Then you wonder if, wah lao, in a few years time I’m gonna be driving an old Mercedes, wearing a gold bracelet, and having trouble seeing the belt on my pants from where I’m standing.
I’ve since sold my Mercedes.
There are many places I’d rather be right now, I need a holiday, I’m still thinking about that dream job, I want to work for world peace, I want a million dollars, I want a house, a family, two kids, a dog and two cats.
But you know what? Things aren’t half bad at the halfway mark*.
*figuratively. I don’t have $500,000… or one kid, or half a dog and one cat, or half a family…
But enough introspection…