Are you seeking security or adventure?

For me, the choice between security or adventure has always been clearor so I thought. Over decades of chasing thrills, I’ve found myself in tight corners, sought adventure where none existed, and taken risks that turned my hair gray long before its time. I’ve walked away from jobs on a whim and stood my ground in fights where others would’ve backed down. This wasn’t rebellion for rebellion’s sake; every choice had a purpose, a cause that burned brightly in the moment.

Now, past fifty, I’ve learned to pause. I weigh the pros and cons, deliberate before acting. It’s a shift from my earlier “shoot first, ask questions later” days. Is this cautious approach better? Part of me thinks so. The wisdom of age brings clarity, and I’ve reaped the rewards of measured decisionsstability, peace, and fewer regrets.

But deep down, the old fire still flickers. The urge to throw caution to the wind, to make bold, outrageous choices, lurks just beneath the surface. It’s a constant dance between the reckless spirit of youth and the tempered judgment of experience. For now, the “old man” in me keeps the balance, guiding me to savor the best of both worlds.