There comes a point in most people’s lives when they begin to reflect on what their life is about. It’s a moment that can affect anyone at any age but for people in their midlife it perhaps feels more poignant.
Time. Our lives are dominated by increments of the stuff. How often do we concern ourselves about not having enough, or of being late, of wasting or making best use of it? We talk about people who live in the past, or live only for today, or who squander their future because of past misdeeds or mistakes.