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Western media has largely fueled the notion that being young is everything. In many respects that may be true, but not in every respect.
Reaching 40 is a significant milestone, and in some cases a dreaded one. Nobody relishes getting older, yet, if you’re lucky it is assured. You are considered a member of the “middle aged” group and this comes as a shock because “they” were always that other group. You become profoundly aware of your mortality. You take stock of your life and often you’re disappointed; you expected to have achieved more or you’ve realised that the “rules of the game” were stacked against you. You may give up on your dreams and have to accept that your life trajectory is starting to look very mediocre. You may even go through a protracted period of reflection, maybe even depression, whilst you to try to find meaning, and it may take you awhile to accept it. It’s bizarre, really, because all that changed was that one number.
But, you start to insulate yourself from society’s notion, and you start to recover your sense of self-worth based on your strengths. You realise that you have life experience, perhaps a good marriage, children, your health, a good standard of living, a good career and maybe some money. You may become thankful for what you do have, and you start to move forward more maturely. And then, bang, 50 arrives. WTF?
However, life is not over at 40. Of course not; you’re still breathing. You’ll go through a period of adjustment and you move on. Yes, for the first time, you will experience comments about your age. You will also have youngsters ignore or avoid you, but you quickly realise that you don’t need or want their approval. There may be new aches and pains, but, for the most part, life goes on as before. Hell, I even took up skiing at 47, and at 52 I’m now a strong all-terrain skier. Try not let the number get in the way and embrace life; it is there to be lived.