The Ugly Truth About Being 40 – Or a Cute Little Chipmunk With a Giant Nut
To start off I would like to say that the way my life evolved, it pretty much resembles that of this cute little chipmunk: I got more than I can probably chew. I’m stuck with this giant peanut (and I really do mean peanut! – as for now please refrain from any X-rated ideas) and that seems to be the end of it. I can neither go back to my pre-peanut days nor can I keep it in my mouth forever (I’m still talking about the actual peanut, mind you!).
HOW ON EARTH DID I GET HERE? – is a question I have been asking myself for some time now. How can a life of so many prospects and opportunities have degraded into such a hopeless state of desperation? Where and when did I exactly screw up?
Well, to my defence it’s not as though I suddenly hit a wall, which appeared out of nowhere. To be accurate, it was more like a 40-years-long bumpy ride through life’s little adversities, filled with personal and health-related disasters that took my existence for a stomach-churning spin. In the end, I feel as though it’s a miracle that I’m still alive (and I guess I must be since I’m writing this, right?).
That must be it (and let me tell you, you’re about to hear some very unsettling news)! Being alive when you hit 40 will be your best achievement EVER! Forget making millions or receiving a Nobel Prize – if you haven’t so far, chances are you will not in the very near future. Shut up, put a happy face on and smile – you just turned 40 and you’re alive!