Glory Days, My Ass
In 1988, actor Robert Conrad produced, directed, and starred in a movie entitled, Glory Days. The basic, quite common plot centered around a 50-year-old guy who stressed over the fact that life had passed him by. Thus, he embarked upon a series of new adventures designed to make up for lost time. Quite frankly, I have trouble identifying.
From my experience and perspective, some people have very short life spans, while others enjoy very long ones. I sincerely believe life passes us by if we choose to remain stagnant. How does one weigh a happy, fulfilling, exciting short life against an extremely long, boring, do nothing existence?
Please help me out here. More and more of my long-time friends use the term Glory Days to define their good memories, which to me is somewhat frightening. Why cannot a person build good memories at any age? 35 and 40-year-olds that profess to be over the hill scare the hell out of me.
The older I get, the more exciting I find life. It is so much more rewarding to become exposed to new ideas when one is mature enough to understand them. Sipping a glass of wine from the French Classification of 1855 or owning an original Dalí at age 20 is like putting Chanel N°5 on a pig.
Turn off the TV set, tell your doctor to pound salt, and erase all remnants of your high school days and you just might discover that your glory has yet to be discovered. Become an expert in Dickens, clowns of the 18th century, or mice. It really does not matter. What does matter is acquiring new knowledge of virtually any subject, as opposed to nourishing regrets over missed opportunities.
If you are 35, or 45, or 55 and blogging, rejoice, and wallow in the glory. Your grandparents never shared that experience with anyone.