At 50, I look upon the 18,587 days I’ve been alive and marvel at the things I’ve learned. Truthfully, I’ve learned more in the last 5 years than I learned in the first 45 because life hides a sledgehammer behind its back, one thankfully equipped to remind me that the first rule of life is to forget what you think you know.
I wish I had known the mercurial nature of knowledge when I was 15. The feeling of loss when finishing a good book, the pang of connectedness observing someone you value as they needlessly suffer, or the fruitless nature of unabated worry – all of these define us as we climb the descending staircase.
The mind follows the heart – and if not, everything following rings hollow.