And I should care about convincing you why…? Because you’re older?
Age has very little to do with it and YOU needn’t be concerned about convincing me, although YOUR preoccupation with NOT having to do so is telling. Why is this even an issue, at all?
You are being driven by the specters of your old self, even as you run away from them.
Congratulations, I’ll keep on counting older people like you among the sowers of my fears. I thought your generation always knew better but the truth turned out that I should’ve listened to myself all along and I was the only person ever in need convincing.
The problem with your “older people” narrative is that you imagine old people who have all grown safely old hiding from their fears in the safety of their Catholicism. Convincing yourself that that narrative is the true one is your only concern because by indulging it you thereby flatter the boldness of your incursion into the land of the titans.
Why should I keep listening to the very things and the very folk who treat their age as a mark of infallibility?
Perhaps because at least some of “the very folk” you speak of do not consider age their mark of infallibility, but rather experience as the teller of the all too fragile fallibility of human beings - which, in case you’ve forgotten, includes you.
I realize someone at the precipice of a bold new venture needs to psyche themselves into going forward and you certainly don’t need someone standing on the sidelines pompously shaking their head.
Believe me, that is the last thing I intended.
But go ahead, feel free to see me like a juvenile. I’m sure that makes you feel good about yourself… very much how I like to make myself feel good too.

(Oh but then again, the whole idea of ‘feeling good’ and ‘following your bliss’ sounds more like a New Age thing with Campbell and all.

So brash right?

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You know what “it sounds like” and deep down you know the truth. The question is whether you have the courage to find the truth rather than “following your bliss.” Ultimately, the two are identical, but it takes experience to distinguish the between authentic bliss and apparent bliss. But, I’ve learned that such learning is an intensely personal one.
Unfortunately, it is unwise to cut off a source of truth merely because of what you think that source signifies.
Oh it’s on the back-burner all right and it’s going to stay there until the Catholic dating guru manages to beat all the others by giving me my girl back. (With a few non-negotiables to boot.) Yep. That’ll definitely be a miracle!
I’d rather not. Giving my ear to condescending senior citizens (and soon-to-be senior citizens) gave me more relationship problems than solutions.
So this is about a heartbreak?
Some of us “condescending senior citizens” have been through more (including heartbreaks) than we care to remember. I spent three years in a hell of broken unreality beginning at 16 because of an addiction to drugs. A girl I knew is still in a vegetative state in a nursing home because of tainted drugs. What got me out was the Truth, cold and hard, because “bliss” was not a privilege I could indulge at the time.
You have no idea what you are talking about when you disparage senior citizens, most have been through more than you can imagine. You will be fortunate to be in our shoes one day, if you make it. Which is why I said, get back to us in ten years - a little wiser and, hopefully, a little closer in age.
Read the parable of the prodigal son. We are not all merely older brothers, but, at the same time, we are not the father in the parable. He had sufficient faith in the son not to argue or try to stop him. Some of us who have been prodigals simply don’t want our brothers to live through life in the pig sty, which is why we raise our concerns.
In the end, however, it IS your life. You know the nature of the good, of “bliss,” as you call it. Unfortunately, after a life of misidentifying “bliss,” I have become a little more cautious about my tendencies to go chasing after bliss. I prefer Wisdom.