I am convinced that for the most part people just bump around and move along until they get slotted into a channel in which they are satisfied and comfortable enough to keep on going just barely not wanting more.

This continues until the subtle beginning of old age, when nothing can be done anymore. But luckily by then, the desires too, have gone with the abilities. And that scares the hell out of me. Even the slightest possibility of looking back and asking, “What if?”