Almost 50, and Milling out Gyan
Do all late-40s people feel like this?
I have lived long enough to dish out some advice and educate how not to live from your past experience. Or is it just me? Or is it just an urge to warn someone not to repeat what you did wrong?
The 40s are supposedly many things for different people. You could get reflective as you have transitioned from young adult life to middle age. It could be peppered with crises which we label as a midlife crisis, the change in the way you present yourself, you suddenly seem to be more comfortable with your body and wear certain things which may not have tried till then, but wear now with elan. Or it could be random life choices, like buying superbikes, going on a hike, Or starting to run, Or regret and nostalgia could be ever-empowering feelings and much more. It could also be time to reflect and grow Or it could be time to understand a deeper sense of purpose. Some individuals might explore spiritual or philosophical avenues to find a greater sense of fulfillment. It could fill you with a sense of fear of losing your youthful looks and a quest to hold on to it by different means. Aging can be hitting you hard, as from nowhere a pain might shoot up or lethargy might kick in just by a small spurt of activity. You could be hugely affected by the mortality of your parents as by then they are at a fragile age when you see them shrink from actively moving individuals to a little slow version of them which you aren't used to.
What is a realization of living in the forties for 6 years and encapsulation them to some actionable could be
You would feel low sometimes thinking of the pains which are shooting, the greys and bias that others might have, and the insufficiency which pops up sometimes. We all have to go through all of these in small spurts or big depending upon what fair share is decided for us as per our karma, by that I mean how you have treated yourself in the last years physically, mentally, and spiritually hugely adds to this experience. In my case, the wrench and confusion that these years gave me, made me sometimes think not to endure it and end it all. This could be an extreme case, but what I essentially understand from all of it is. Whatever comes up — HONOUR it, it could be a feeling to eat a bucket full of deep-fried chicken pieces with a big glass of fizzy drink Or it could be a feeling that you are worthless to the core and none of the things you did all these 4 decades were worth mentioning. Both of them will pass, yes one with an extra bulge in the hip and the other with a deep thug in the heart and questions. But the next time the same comes up the dent which it causes would be lesser impactful.
All of these come up with a need to be heard first by us and sometimes by others too. But that would wane soon too, once you hear it fully.
