Well, I'm one of those who hated being young, as I never really "got" what it was all about, or what I was supposed to enjoy, do, and like; I loathed my teens, and, while my twenties were a considerable improvement, (university was brilliant), any enjoyment (and true sense of settling into, growing into, feeling comfortable with, myself), only became ever more pronounced - and increased, - as I eased through my thirties, and forties, and yes, once I reached the glorious half century.
Actually, I never regretted the passage of youth - I never "felt" young, I've long thought I was born middle-aged - (even though the endless energy of youth was something I relished and thought ever-lasting; memo to self: It's not), and have only really felt much more comfortable in myself in middle age.
Actually, I never regretted the passage of youth - I never "felt" young, I've long thought I was born middle-aged - (even though the endless energy of youth was something I relished and thought ever-lasting; memo to self: It's not), and have only really felt much more comfortable in myself in middle age.
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