They say that, against all expectations, after the age of about fifty you actually get happier, and that much of this happiness is tied in with the merciful death of your dreams. Once over the hill — and I can vouch for this — you feel unrealistic visions that have guided you your whole life simply exit the stage, albeit with a few well-aimed parting kicks.
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