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I turned 40 today. Life begins at 40, right? Truth is, it doesn’t.
For most of us, turning 40 is like crossing that mid-point in a marathon and finding ourselves still at the tail-end of a sweating, panting mob. We know that even if we get a sudden rush of adrenaline and an inspiration to run faster, there’s no way we’ll end up at the top 100.
So, we just putter along, hoping to finish the race with a “respectable” time, maybe land in 101st place, consoling ourselves with the thought that it’s not about whether we win or not, but how we run the race.
And that’s the truth. When we reach 40, we gain enough sobriety to know that it’s no longer about winning. It’s about summoning those last, remaining ounces of desire left in us to push on and keep on living, even as our bodies begin to age and the life processes that animate our cells slowly decay.
Forty is when we start to just let life flow.
