I turned 40 earlier this year, and I’ve had some things floating around in my head about that – like that I seem to have learned more about myself, changed more bad habits/become addicted to more good ones, made more progress on projects (some lifelong), ushered more good/bad things in/out of my life, appropriately, refined my instinct about what to ignore and what to pursue, and had more understanding about people and the human race click in the half-a-year since then than I have in any other period before it. And so I thought maybe I’d write about it. But once I got in here I realized that only one of those core realizations really matters enough to say it out loud:

It’s never too late to build the life (or world) you imagined when you were six.