Yeah, I don’t know what it is about growing older. Things you once enjoyed suddenly become work. I don’t know if it’s a strong desire to slow down, the overwhelming torrent of options, the nagging feeling that it is all so pointless, the repetition of cliches and tropes, the lack of skill, knowledge, and creativity to participate competitively in a world that feels like it is passing you by, or the sense that you are little more than a sheep making some shepherd, woolener, and butcher rich.
Yeah, I don’t know what it is about growing older. Things you once enjoyed suddenly become work. I don’t know if it’s a strong desire to slow down, the overwhelming torrent of options, the nagging feeling that it is all so pointless, the repetition of cliches and tropes, the lack of skill, knowledge, and creativity to participate competitively in a world that feels like it is passing you by, or the sense that you are little more than a sheep making some shepherd, woolener, and butcher rich.