So yes, buy the car. Take the trip. Get the tattoo. Leave the job that’s killing you. Divorce the couch. Start the garage band. We aren't trying to be young. We are trying to be alive . This isn't a club for the elderly. It’s a mutiny for the experienced.
Society tries to put you out to pasture. They tell you to wear beige. To keep your opinions quiet. To "let the young people handle it." silverriot
It’s turning into a spectator of your own life. There is a strange purgatory that happens after 40. The music industry stops writing songs about you. Hollywood stops casting you as the lover and starts casting you as the "concerned parent who pays the mortgage." Advertisers assume you’ve already bought your one car and one couch, so they stop talking to you entirely. So yes, buy the car
The Gray Wave: Why We’re Too Old for Trends but Too Young for Rocking Chairs Leave the job that’s killing you
We are the gray hairs who still mosh. The empty nesters who finally have time for their own dreams. The silver foxes who know that wrinkles are just roadmap of where you’ve been—and you’ve been through some stuff .