Just a little something to occupy your mind over the weekend.
It seems that people are never satisfied with time. When they’re young they always look to the future and when they’re old they revel in the past. Young people are always in a rush with nowhere really important to go but desperately trying to get there in time, while older people take their time moving around even though they know they have far less time than their younger counterparts.
With that in mind, here’s the question.
At what age do you believe you were, or will be, happy with your here and now? And what were you, or will you be, doing?
Boris says hello.
Define “happy.”
It took me to about 45. I stopped working and got happy.