Perhaps it's the stage of life I'm in, mid-life, where I've noticed the conversations with my friends has taken on a slightly different tone than when we were younger. During our 20s discussions were often filled with lofty talk about our future. We'd talk about our goals, hopes and dreams, with an occasional "guy or girl story" sprinkled throughout our conversation. Now most of my contemporaries are in their 40's or older. Many of us have met some, if not a lot of the important goals, we set out to achieve. Some of these achieved goals are even the ones we dream't and talked about, during our younger years. One might think this would create a sense of glee, or at the very least some sliver of self satisfaction, but I have found the opposite to often be true. The interesting thing about goals is there are always new ones waiting to be born. Only the goals of adulthood don't always benefit from the veil of grandiosity or hopeful feelings, so typically felt during our youth. Adult goals, although still equally longed for and dreamt about, get internalized along side a healthy dose of reality; a by product of living life and in some cases being humbled by it.
Now while this might sound a little depressing, it did get me thinking.