I don’t think there’s a more devastating or demoralizing conviction a person can have than that their best years are behind them.
People are extremely adaptable. They will go through almost any contortion to convince themselves to have more hope than they should, that every opportunity they face is a lottery ticket that will take them straight to the top.
This, of course, is why capitalism is so powerfully persuasive at convincing people to vote against their own interests.
But when I take a sober look at myself, my life, I know what the score is. And I just don’t know how people go on in that situation. When nothing in the future looks better than the best of the past, what purpose is there in pursuing that future?