There is a point at which one is forced to examine ones life. In fact, there are several points. I find myself asking whether I have done anything of significance to anyone or anything but my own ego. Has my refusal to play by the rules and my insistence on being myself done more harm than good? Would I be happier having sold out and pretended to be something I am not in return for comfort or a pat on the back? I can’t imagine that I would be, but it seems to me that many can play that game just fine.
In the end, of course, none of this matters. It is little more than the ego demanding attention. In another fifty years or less I will be gone and forgotten, and that is as it should be. We all need to make room for what is to come, but what to do between now and then?