I’m 65 and the most frightening thing about losing my joy wasn’t losing it: it was how long it took me to notice it was gone, like a light that dims so slowly you keep thinking the room is fine until one day you can’t read anything anymore
There’s something deeply unsettling about losing joy—not in a sudden, dramatic way, but slowly, almost invisibly. Like a light that dims so gradually you don’t realise the room is getting darker, many people reach a point where they suddenly notice something important is missing. For those in their 60s and beyond, this quiet emotional shift … Read more