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I caught myself thinking the other day how awesome life is during your mid-twenties. You’re no longer a teenager and, let’s be honest, those years sucked. But your’re also not yet thirty and I can’t imagine any more doomed feeling than actually being thirty.
I believe I may have possibly come to the pinnacle of my life’s existence. I’m newly married, I enjoy my job, I can still appreciate being active, I don’t own a home or have any kids to support, and retirement/old age is years away.
Obviously I’m exaggerating slightly but it did cross my mind that I might be at the best it’s ever going to get. I subsequently then began to dread the fact that it’s only going to get worse and every year will take me further away from this period of bliss. This turned my moment of sheer happiness into an anxiety ridden precipice of despair. All I could think about was the fear of losing my twenties.

So I guess the Jedi were right all along, posession leads to loss. It’s better to appreciate life as it comes rather than try to hold on to something that will inevitably end.