2007.03.04 Introspective Vertigo

Is this the best time of my life?

I don't mean to say that to sound like I'm knocking things. Quite the opposite; everything in my life is going pretty well. In fact, in the great scheme of things, not only have I managed to clearly surpass the lower threshold of what my cynicism might have suggested my life would be like, I can readily appreciate just how sweet my life is in comparison to the average human.

However, even in the most amazing of lives, there must be some point at which those exalted people look back to across the Himalayan peaks of their achievements and can clearly see as being their own personal Everest.

It's easy to imagine that I could go on to even greater things, but it's just as easy to imagine things going on to be ever-so-slightly less fantastic. As I grow slower, and weaker. More cautious. Duller.

Which means that the memories I forge these days could be as good as I'll manage. So I had better enjoy myself as much as possible, and toast the fantastic old bastard I'll be in the future.

And perhaps that also means I should be secure in the knowledge that no matter how great life is right now, it'll be recreated as being even greater every time I remember it.