Why the Midpoint of Your Life Is 18, Not 40
You have probably had that moment: scrolling through old photos, you suddenly realize that being 18 was more than a decade ago. The cicadas of your college-entrance-exam summer still seem to buzz in your ears, yet the calendar tells you plainly that you have traveled very, very far. As children, summers stretched on without end — a single piece of candy, a breeze, could spend an entire afternoon. Now the four seasons feel fast-forwarded: the resolutions you made at New Year’s barely get started before the year is already over. ...