I read a recent post over Elsewhere, a friend is turning 40 and is all full of the angst of it. He complains of his life, his chronic depression, his disappointments, what I refer to as The Great Futility of It All. He feels old! It got me thinking. From the onset of adulthood as we like to call the final throes of adolescence, we enter our 20s with all the philosophical wisdoms we've decided to bring to our lives. So much faith in our considered 'Truths' alongside so much superiority over those... Sign in to see full entry.