Nothing to Prove

One good thing about middle age is the collection of volumes of experiences one gathers through the years. Like a fantastic library, housed inside our minds and souls are millions of moments lived, each one unique. Just like books, some of these moments are fascinating, thrilling and compelling stories, some are scary or sad, many are predictable, even boring. If lived well, upon remembering these experiences, it could be determined that there is nothing left to prove. There have been gains and successes, defeats, times when it was better to start over, challenges overcome...or not. The wins and the losses even out, and one can choose to go after the new thing, or stay the course. Sail a boat around the world, or sit by the fire and play with your grandchildren. Nothing to prove means it is fine either way. It is your life, your one beautiful and priceless life.