I’m watching the Cohen brothers movie No Country For Old Men again and I can’t help but get a little teary-eyed at Tommy Lee Jones’ character…again. I have this very real fear of growing old and useless. I’d like, in the end, for my life to have meant something. Maybe even something positive. Here I am and I’m looking at younger people thinking that I’m not even 30 and I feel old sometimes. How the nineties feels so far away. How some of my favorite movies from my time are considered “old”. How I can refer to less than a decade ago as “my time”. And how “less than a decade ago” still sounds like a long time. Hell, 24 hours is usually plenty of time to get things done, so I suppose 10 years has to be even more plenty. It has to be a good thing.
“It’s the tide. It’s not the one thing. “
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