Age is a mellowing agent
See how happy (and color coordinated and dirty) we are in our old(er) age?! (photo courtesy of Sarene Cullen)
I heard on the radio the other day that the older people are, the happier they tend to be. They had several hypotheses as to why this is the case. One hypothesis really stuck with me though. It reminded me of myself 20 years ago. I always had my hands up, ready to fight, to defend my place in this world (wherever that was) and my raison d’etre (whatever that was). I would look at the world through different identity and moral glasses and defend them tooth and nail. I’m soooo much more mellow these days—it takes quite a bit to get me riled up.
The theory is that as young people, we are so caught up in thinking about the future and all that goes with that. What path should we follow? What is our place in this world? Age 20 years and the future isn’t such a big question anymore. We have pretty much chosen our paths and know who we are more or less. It just seems more “sure”.
So yeah, compare me to myself 20 years ago and I’m much happier. I fit right into the statistic. The future no longer filled with so many questions as I head into middle (ish) age. It’s good that I love what I do, because farming is a very long road. A long road that rests on a cushion of contentment, with no minimum speed requirement, and I can just plod along, stopping occasionally to pick a flower or two.