While everyone's journey will be at least a little different as will be their voiced perspective, here goes, and do remember, this prophetic prose is a command performance:
Once upon a time, and for quite a long time, I charged through every red flag, every piece of sage advice, every obvious or not so obvious non sequetur to score that amazing experience that was being dangled in front of me.
Full of energy and optimism I charged the Matador's red cape head first, only to have the cape move and reveal the brick wall, the far less than amazing experience, behind the cape.
I was young then.
I am not young now.
I worked hard for my money.
Running my head into the brick wall eventually hurt my head and my money.
Now use my head, my jaded optimism and my learned lack of energy not to hurt my head anymore.
But I still miss the thrill of the enthusiasm and optimism that I lost along the way.
I really do miss it.
In that sense, it could have been compared to the early stages of an addiction.
Now it is a reflective occasional hobby.
(Happy to expand further ad nauseum)
