In the comments of a previous post, Bobby wrote:
The years don´t pass in vain. I used to look at a nice set of tits and ass and kinda dwell on it. Now I just think to myself ¨well isn´t that nice¨ and move on. I am not obsesively thinking about there being a pussy between those legs. Anymore, these thoughts leave my brain about as fast as they entered. Honest to god, I am enjoying my maturity; I feel so much more relaxed. Oh, and life is becoming more and more about ME.
Joe, that cat and I have alot in common.
I’ll turn forty in a couple of years and I think I know what Bobby’s talking about there.
Tranquility. Repose. Rest. Calm. Peace.
Although I don’t know what’s around the next corner any more than a man half my age I am much better at putting things into context now.
Carl Sagan has a neat way of spelling it out: