
I think we all come to this point in our lives, the place where we stand still, gazing around, wondering what comes next. I just turned 55, and I find myself in that place, in a nexus, with paths radiating out from me in all directions. And I haven't figured out in which direction I should move.
It's a puzzle to me right now. I know more what I don't want to do than what I actually do want. I go through my daily routine thinking that there has to be something more, and the days slip by...
When you reach my age, you start to come to an understanding of the finite-ness of your life, and begin to question its very meaning. According to all the sages of the past, this is a common step on our journey, yet it is very uncomfortable after years of walking familiar roads.
Here I am at the crossroads, standing still, unable to move as yet, my feet unwilling and confused...