I believe we reap what we sow. And that life in general goes around full circle. I only wish I had come to this realization while I was much younger so I could have been better behaved.
As a teen I did get up to "no good" according to the adults of the time, but it pales in comparison to what I hear or witness today.
It's the "been there done that" curse. You can know too much. Or maybe, and this is a real possibility, I simply think too much. But whatever the reason I have to accept the fact I've become Mister Hand.
You might remember him as Jeff Spicolli's teacher in Fast Times At Ridgemont High, who believed everyone was on Dope. I've definitely arrived at middle age.
This pic shows my favorite version of The Thinker.