What’s with all the heightened fuss on turning 40 among all other years in a person’s life?
I know many people who view forty as a new beginning, something to look forward to, a stage of liberation. I share the same sentiment.
Anyway, I mentioned it because my favorite Hugh Laurie once made a pact with his friends to kill themselves when they reach 40. It didn’t happen of course and he in fact recently inched to being 50 years old last week!
One friend used to say he would die when he’s forty until he (metaphorically) hit his head on a pavement and changed in a creepy, ‘It’s like I don’t even know you anymore (in a hallucination Amber Volakis voice)‘ way.
Then last Sunday, I was reading Notes From The Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky and the unknown protagonist mused, “I am forty years old now, and you know forty years is a whole lifetime; you know it is extreme old age. To live longer than forty years is bad manners, is vulgar, immoral. Who does live beyond forty? Answer that, sincerely and honestly I will tell you who do: fools and worthless fellows.”
I still don’t know what’s with forty. Nevertheless I am not cynical about it. I still get scandalized by how fast time flies but turning forty doesn’t make me think of gloomy things. If my fantasy blueprint would come to life, when I hit 40, I would be practicing law, my husband and I are still crazy about each other, our first-born is 8 years old, his sister is 4 and our youngest boy just turned a year old. What’s not to like? 🙂