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Mid-life crisis

 I rarely use Facebook now, but when I do it's because of the "Memories" feature that reminds me about what I posted a decade ago.


And it serves as a good reminder of my past - all the hustle, the adventures of exploring uknown territories, and facing uncomfortable situations just to see if it is worth.




But there's a point in time where you can feel that the ship is not going to be able to carry you anymore. It's a moment of reckoning because despite the uncertainty in life, we have a "home base" that is our familiar space, and it's now unable to carry us to the next adventure.


If you have watched One Piece (anime, not the Netflix live action) you will understand what it feels like. Nevertheless, the adventure must go on, with a new ship.


But the transition is difficult - you deserve better yet you won't admit.


It's a slightly uncomfortable situation, but it prepares us for the long journey ahead. This is called mid-life crisis.

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