“Damn, I’m Getting Old!”
July 18, 2010 § Leave a comment
Do Ladhaki women complain of “getting old?”
The increasingly-heard twenty-something claim to be “getting-old” after leaving college and entering the workforce seems like a desperate attempt at a self-portrayal of “maturity”, having a career, and excuses for solidifying habits of laziness.
- “Gosh, I’m so busy, no time to exercise. Must be getting old!” (meaning: I’m just too fucking lazy to put in 15-30 minutes of exercise each day by watching 30 minutes less of TV. )
- “Damn I’m getting old, can’t remember that I agreed to that meeting today!” (meaning: I’m just too fucking lazy to write a daily 3-item todo list that might greatly increase my focus and productivity)
They eventually regret, when they move into late-30’s midlife crisis, and attempt to buy back youth and vitality with a flashy red BMW M6, fad diets and plastic surgery.
Paul Graham finds the definition of adulthood as taking responsibility for oneself:
If you’d asked me in high school what the difference was between high school kids and adults, I’d have said it was that adults had to earn a living. Wrong. It’s that adults take responsibility for themselves. Making a living is only a small part of it. Far more important is to take intellectual responsibility for oneself.
Life has granted each of us with an equal amount of wealth: time.
Youth: You have everything that money can’t buy.
Midlifers will try their best to convince you they have everything toy you want but can’t have. Through advertising, product placement, and paying your dues at the workplace (sometimes parents and relatives too).
Would you exchange something money can’t buy for the attempt at getting something with a hefty price tag attached to it?
Focus on creating life’s best work, or gaining new experiences instead. Which is best done during one’s youth. If you start complaining of getting old, you’d better not regret it.
If you want to do good work, what you need is a great curiosity about a promising question. The critical moment for Einstein was when he looked at Maxwell’s equations and said, what the hell is going on here?