We’ve managed to make it through another week. It was a rough one for me, so I’m glad it’s done. I’m looking forward to our trip to the Think Tank so I can generate some new Deep Thoughts to replace the current ones banging around in my head.
We have gotten very philosophical lately with our Friday Night gatherings, and I’d like that to continue tonight. As I often like to do, I’ve steered tonight’s conversation down a Time Traveling path. What else do you expect from a Modern Philosopher who is a protege of Doc Brown?
Grab your Deep Thinking Togas and the keys to your Time Machine. It’s time to really put our brains to work…
This week’s topic: If you had the ability to be the age of your choice again while remaining in the present day and retaining all the knowledge, possessions, insights, etc that you have accumulated over the years, would you continue your life as a younger version of you? Keep in mind, everyone and everything else would remain exactly the same…only you would change.
I hope I worded that in a manner that’s easy to follow, Modern Philosophers. It makes sense in my jumbled mind, but I’ve rewritten that topic paragraph several times now!
This is an easy one for me. I would love to be 25 again, but with all the knowledge I have accumulated over the years. I realize now how stupid and immature I was at 25. I should have been doing so much more with my life, but I let my twenties just slip away. Spent them all in a relationship that was doomed, didn’t chase after my dreams, never took any risks, or let loose. I was an old man in a young man’s body.
Last year, I found a script that I’d written in my early 20s. It was HORRIBLE, but at the time, I thought it was the greatest story ever written. I sent it out to agents, producers, directors, and anyone willing to read it. I am so embarrassed by that now. I was clueless as to how unprepared I was to be sharing my writing with people in Hollywood.
How cool would it be, though, to be 25 again and have my current writing ability? Armed with better writing samples, years of insight and experience with the Hollywood game, more confidence, and a better understanding of what I want out of my career, I think I would be a major screenwriting force.
At least I would take more risks, be more aggressive, and make writing my priority. What I wouldn’t give to be a young, talented writer in this age of social media. There are so many outlets for writers now that weren’t available when I was 25. Maybe Netflix would give me a series, or I could just start my own channel and live stream original content.
I could sell The House on the Hill, and use that money to support myself while I lived in a cheap apartment and wrote all the time. Maybe I’d move back to New York or give L.A. another shot. This time, though, I’d be way more proactive. I wouldn’t have a wife to support, and I’d put my writing career first. I’d make sure I found a writing job even if it was a crappy one, just to get my foot in the door and start networking.
While writing would definitely be my top priority were I to be 25 again, the Hopeless Romantic in me would insist on making sure I approached my love life in an entirely different manner. I’d be free of the one and only woman I dated in my 20s. I’d make sure to meet women, not tie myself down, and keep all my options open.
I know so much more about love now. I have a completely different understanding of what love means, what I need, what I want, and how to be happy. During my second shot at 25, I’m going to be a hell of a lot more confident.
Of course, there is still The Girl Who Owns My Heart. I know I’m talking all big and independent here, but if I were 25 again, I’m sure the first thing I’d actually do would be to go to her. We’d be the same age, which would be a trip, and 25 year old me would say to her all the things I didn’t say when she moved away. I would convince her that I was the one for her, and our age difference would no longer be a hindrance to a long, happy future.
Just think how healthy I’d be at 25. All this running I’m doing now would be nothing on 25 year old legs. I’d get myself into perfect shape and make sure I NEVER got out of shape again. I’d enter competitive races and push myself to run a marathon.
I’d also start facing my fears. I’ve lived my life paralyzed by so many phobias. I’d drive everywhere. I’d fly often. I’d travel. I’d learn how to swim and finally jump off a high diving board. I’d stop worrying so much. I’d make sure I invested my money wisely, so finances wouldn’t stress me so much when I turned this age again. I’d use my knowledge of how horrible my life has been because I never faced my fears, to ensure that I was never again so limited by my anxieties.
I would have no problem suddenly being way younger than my peers. There’s no one in my life now who knew me when I was 25. I am estranged from my family, I never see anyone from college or high school, and I don’t have a wife and children, who would be suddenly freaked out if I woke up one morning as a 25 year old.
I don’t think I’d have anything to lose with this odd version of Time Travel. I would jump at the opportunity, and tap my past experience to make sure I made the most of this second chance at the best years of my life.
What about you, Modern Philosophers? Could you do it? Do you have too many commitments and too many people counting on you to make this change?
Remember, it’s just a philosophical exercise. Think outside of the box. Challenge yourself. Have fun with this one. See where you Deep Thoughts take you. I’m looking forward to your comments!