This question came to my mind a while ago and I am interested how each of you would answer. If you could only have one third of the adult life of someone you were in love with which 1/3 would you take? The young years, say 20 to about 35 -- the energetic, naive, exciting, party-full, normally child-bearing years; the middle years, say mid 30 to 50 -- the career, think-I-know-who-I-am, more confident and explorative years; or the later years, 50 plus -- the wiser, yet less physically virile years? You may characterize them differently than I have, but you know what I mean. Which would you choose... and why? I have been mulling over how I might make this a story.
Which 1/3 of life would you take?
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Well, that is quite a question and I am going to change the age divisions to suit my life just a little better....
Would I take the late teens/early twenties years when life was new and I was young and idealistic... when loosing one's virginity and free sex and love were the norm of times?
Or would I choose those middle years say from twenty-five to forty... when life was about raising a child and making a living and getting an education and just generally about making life work out the best way I could?
No... I think not... I choose now... where I am now... in my late forties with a life of my own for the very first time... I have security in my life and am finally free to pursuit those things I put off while raising my son.... In many ways life has never been so full of promise for me... I have the freedom to be who I am... I have the time to devote to myself, selfishly... and no guilt about my actions... I have time finally to write, again, and the economic means to do what I want... None of this was available to me in my earlier years... I have spent time getting to know me and what I am about and can just do as I please... what could be better than this?
Would I take the late teens/early twenties years when life was new and I was young and idealistic... when loosing one's virginity and free sex and love were the norm of times?
Or would I choose those middle years say from twenty-five to forty... when life was about raising a child and making a living and getting an education and just generally about making life work out the best way I could?
No... I think not... I choose now... where I am now... in my late forties with a life of my own for the very first time... I have security in my life and am finally free to pursuit those things I put off while raising my son.... In many ways life has never been so full of promise for me... I have the freedom to be who I am... I have the time to devote to myself, selfishly... and no guilt about my actions... I have time finally to write, again, and the economic means to do what I want... None of this was available to me in my earlier years... I have spent time getting to know me and what I am about and can just do as I please... what could be better than this?
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I would choose mid-30 to fifty. For one thing, one should have spent one's youth experimenting and experiencing as much as possible so that by the mid-thirties, one should know a little something about where one is going in life, what one wants, and how one will obtain it.
The only problem is, most people DON"T know where they're going and so begin looking for it by age fifty.
Personally, I wish I could go back to those earlier years and experience what I never got to experience--teenage love, sex and fun; choosing my life's work; changing my life for the better.
Perhaps, then, things might have turned out differently.
But, then again, perhaps not.
The Road is still long and difficult, but it can be walked.
The only problem is, most people DON"T know where they're going and so begin looking for it by age fifty.
Personally, I wish I could go back to those earlier years and experience what I never got to experience--teenage love, sex and fun; choosing my life's work; changing my life for the better.
Perhaps, then, things might have turned out differently.
But, then again, perhaps not.
The Road is still long and difficult, but it can be walked.
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