五十五

Allyssia said that people often overestimate what they can do in one year, but underestimate what they can do in five. As I sit here now, with my decrepit feeling, it seems unlikely that I'll be able to anything much or great in the next six years. I mean, really, who does anything new or new at fifty-five? By that age, we're all just doing what we've always done, just different at the margins.

I mean, John Lithgow is playing Roald Dahl on Broadway and I'm sure that he's great. Because he's always great. But also, that's what we've come to expect.

So what's the point? Fifty-five is six years away. And the distance from here to there doesn't seem much more than a kind of pointless slog. Pointless but for the fact that my kids need me to do it so they can go to school.    

ごじゅうご