It's the end of the year in a blink of an eye, and it's caused another wave of age anxiety.
The friends of the post-80s generation around me have entered the threshold of 40 years old one after another. If you can live to be 80 years old, you will be halfway through your life.
So how do you live the second half of your life?
It is said that forty is not confused, if you want to live well in the next few decades, you must first think clearly about what you want mostTime is spent, and results are in.
Some people feel that family affection is important. After my leader entered middle age, he put down all entertainment outside of work, returned to his family, cultivated parent-child relationships, and repaired the relationship between husband and wife. He feels that the most important thing that accompanies him in the second half of his life is not his work, but his family, so he takes advantage of the moment to enjoy life with his family.
Some people feel that health is more important and start a variety of sports. Since the epidemic, my friend has started to get up early to run to exercise and improve his resistance. As a result, I ran farther and farther, and even ran a marathon.
And I think the most important thing in the second half of life is to love yourself.
In the first half of our lives, from the moment we can understand words, we keep hearing people say to us
Be obedient and be a good child.
Study hard and be a good student.
Work well and be a good employee.
Take good care of your family and be a good wife.
Among the above many identities, there is no oneself.
We hide our opinions, interests, hobbies, and needs just to fit other people's evaluation criteria.
When I was a child, I was the eldest in the family, and my mother always said to me: you are the older sister, let the younger sister. So in the eyes of my family, I never had my favorite snacks or clothes. My sister picks the rest, and that's what I like.
Until now, when I go back to my parents' house, when my parents prepare meals, they will only say that this dish is my sister's favorite food, because they never know what I like to eat. For the sake of this title of good sister, I lost myself.
Thinking of this, I would love to go back in time, hug my former self, and tell her: you deserve anything you like.
Now in the second half of life, we can get rid of the label identity on our body, don't look for ourselves in the evaluation of others, just be ourselves, and love ourselves well.