My husband and I sometimes engage in talks -- part humorous, part tragic -- about the things we did and believed when we were younger.
As cringeworthy as some of these tales are, we always come back to our happiness today -- with each other, with our life -- and how those long-ago experiences must have had something to do with it.
Yes, stuff (like finances) could always be better; I could certainly be a better cook, and my husband could probably learn a bit more about plumbing. Still, life is good. We feel we also have lots to look forward to, but if this is the top, that's okay, too.
What does this have to do with tonight's game between the University of Kentucky and Kansas University?
Well, when I watch these games (and any high stakes sporting event, actually), I occasionally feel a hint of sadness. I can't help but wonder: Is this game that I'm watching, this tournament, this three-week experience, the highlight of somebody's life out there on the court? A player, a coach, a student manager?
I hope and pray these young people go on to bigger and better things, whether that's in or out of the spotlight. Maybe they'll find true happiness as an insurance salesman or an IT manager. Maybe their kids will fill their hearts and souls. Maybe a predictable daily routine in a magnificent locale will give them true peace. Whatever.
It's just that I sure hope they aren't 40, like I am, and looking back at this March Madness as the best life had to offer, the time when things were the sunniest, the most fulfilling, the most soul-feeding. At age 20.
Am I being too cynical? Life can be wonderful and romantic for folks in their teens and twenties. Some of the world's greatest things and greatest thoughts have come from history's 20-somethings. Who am I to judge if that's when people feel they were at their peak? What do you guys think?