I thought it was too late for wonder. But then one day I laughed so hard I cried—and I knew joy was still inside me, waiting for an invitation.
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I thought it was too late for wonder. But then one day I laughed so hard I cried—and I knew joy was still inside me, waiting for an invitation.
and then
Absolutely. It’s not about going back—it’s about returning to yourself. I started painting again, badly. I danced with my wife in the living room. I stopped apologizing for wanting to feel alive. Fun isn’t about being young—it’s about being open. In my 40s, I finally stopped seeking permission to enjoy life.