Mid-life is time for a deep personal revolution. Like how all revolutions occur, it happens out of accumulated frustration. We should use that frustration as a fuel to propel our innately wild and daring human spirit. When we see things we do not understand, we have two options. One, to run back to our caves and feel the warmth of the campfire lit in the cold nights and eat what is left. Or to chase those things, hunt it down and bring it home for a grand feast.
Surviving and thriving are two different things. Most of us reached midlife through surviving. To thrive, the self-propulsion required is immense and it is powerfully backed by experience, judgment, and fine-tuned intuitive powers you gathered over years of surviving. What keeps us safely inside the caves is the ambiguity, uncertainty, discomfort, and volatility which the ‘thriving playgrounds’ offer along with the probability of success.
It is a game between zero to one.