Mister 44
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Our dreams have died.
It's the. THE. biggest problem with getting older. It feels like a week ago when I was in school. And you look at the future with hope and a little sparkle in your eyes. And then suddenly you find yourself in the thirties and you are drowning. Drowning in the life that has spun its web around you.
And you realise that this is it. This is your life. And you are lucky because it could have been so much worse. But that dream. That fucking elusive dream...
You just don't have time for it anymore.
What gets to me is how fast the twenties and thirties slip past. I watch VH1 and wonder how these songs can be regarded as "classics" when they were on the radio only last week.
2004 was last week, right?
We're working our arses off enriching people who we (at worst) don't like or (at best) don't even know just to keep our families fed while telling ourselves that the long hours we put in prove how ambitious we are. And that we're making a difference. We're just not sure exactly what that difference may be.
I don't agree that our dreams have died. I think they have devolved as we grew older and more cynical. That is probably worse.
When I was 6 I wanted to be a policeman. At 20 I wanted the police to stay away from my place. 30 came and went with the police not on my mind in the least. At (almost) 40 I'd just like them to show up within an hour of calling them.