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Not necessarily. I was thinking about this the other day. My kid is in another state getting their PhD, and they messaged me saying there was a firefighting C130 down the street from them, and they couldn't go see it because they were working. They were seriously upset. I asked if their boss would let them take a break and make up time, so they asked and were told yes. Not long after, I got a mess of plane pics with very excited commentary. They were so happy.
So my kid was like this guy with his bat pops, and I was happy for them for sure, but I was reflecting that there isn't much that's ever made me feel that way. I'm huge on people pursuing what makes them happy, and would have no trouble doing that myself, but nothing makes me that happy. I do envy folks who have stuff like that.
Perhaps you just need to find your thing?
At some point you realize you've sacrificed your "thing" to survive and you just shrug and try to remember what it was. eh.
Never too late to find something that sparks childlike glee. I'm in my 30s and I just rolled through home depot on heelys looking for insulation.
I'm afraid this is the case with my parents. I can't help but feel a bit responsible for this
Poetic as fuck.
Maybe? But I'm in my 60s, and have dabbled in a lot of stuff, so seems unlikely.
Don't get me wrong, there are loads of things I like. I picked up guitar in my 30s and enjoy that. My background is software engineering, and I enjoy stuff related to that. I read a giant amount of SF and fantasy. I'm a total chocoholic. I like exploring new places. But none of these things make me giddy happy like the stuff we're talking about.
Find out where the closest Muppet is to you, and go meet them in person.
Garaunteed giddiness wil ensue.