The wisdom of youth.

I spent much of my 20’s of no fixed abode – tour guiding was my gig and wherever I lay my head, that was my home. Hmmmm, sounds like a line from a song. I looked at (judged) others who needed home comforts and security as lacking adventure (being weak) and are missing out on so much (have no life).  

And now here I sit, surrounded by home comforts and the securities of life, and cannot imagine being without them.  Should I go back to my younger self and let him know no to be such a judgmental ass? Should I accept this development as a natural part of life, the accumulation of assets, knowledge? Of ageing? Or should I just be really thankful Ive had the opportunities to be adventurous at a time in life when it suited me, and now be thankful I have the opportunities of security, at a new time in my life where it suits me?  

No real answer to that question but I do have to go now, I can see a 20-something year old out of the corner of my eye, and he is looking at me with a judgmental frown.  I need to let him in on a secret.