I&#x27;m still in my early thirties and while I already occasionally look at the early-twenties crowd with a sense of longing, I quickly snap out of that when I remember how much of a drama-filled rollercoaster it was, and how much of that drama seems so trivial now.<p>From my (perhaps still rather young) perspective, both the best and worst thing about getting older is that I don&#x27;t care as much about things.<p>The good part is that I stopped caring so much about having lots of friends, doing crazy things, partying&#x2F;drugs, a fight with my partner, <i>having</i> a partner, pleasing&#x2F;angering my parents, etc. But the bad part is that if I&#x27;m not careful, I end up not caring about anything. I forget to make sure I pick enough &#x27;things&#x27; to care about, and before I know it I spent months just &#x27;existing&#x27;.<p>But even just &#x27;existing&#x27; sometimes feels preferable to me to the extreme ups and downs of (my) youth.<p>I&#x27;m curious, excited <i>and</i> a bit anxious about finding out how things will progress as I get older though...