I’m a firm believer in the need for childish enthusiasm to ward off the doldrums of adulthood.
I will soon be 34 years old. Age has not yet bothered me (although thinning hair has).
This is coming from a guy who was hoping his 30th birthday would provide him with an existential crisis that would spur a period of artistic wealth much like Robert Smith of The Cure experienced while creating the album “Disintegration.”
Alas, it was not meant to be. No crisis. No artistic renaissance.
I think part of the reason age has not caused me any strife is because I still allow myself to get excited over things that some would consider childish endeavors. Music. Movies. Video games. Comic books. New ideas in general. Life is still an open book to me, and there is always something I missed scribbled in the margins. I’m fortunate to have a great circle of friends who help me maintain this youthful connection to the wealth real and alternate realities provide. We all encourage the childish enthusiasm in each other. It’s a beautiful thing.
It’s why tonight I will be heading out around midnight to purchase “Halo 4” — the most-anticipated game of the year for me — for my XBox 360 and then rushing home to do some game playing before the arrival of Election Day work demands.
Call me crazy. I call it drinking from the fountain of eternal youth.