I meet my younger self in the bar at 1pm- a sunny Friday afternoon and he’s just finished work.
He’s greeted by a chorus of bleary eyed ‘hellos!’ from the regulars- his drink pouring before he had time to order it.
Brimming with confidence and anticipation of another ‘full on’ weekend of booze and partying, he happily sinks pints and smokes, regularly feeding pounds into the jukebox.
He looks good! Lots of hair! ..the life and soul. No worries or concerns about the future, living life in the moment. Nothing more important than the shirt he’s going to wear tonight and who might be out.
Surrounded by a pub full of regulars who all know his name and are pleased to see him. He's happy. Convinced he’s living his best life.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him in time he’ll feel completely grey.
Completely invisible.
He’ll stand in a room full of people and feel completely alone. Only existing in a life that everyone else is living.
No kids, unmarried, zero love life.. yearning to feel human touch again, my god, a kiss!
The same job for 30 years, no career.
A lifetime of waiting for something to drop in his lap has spectacularly failed to deliver.
The opportunities will be offered, but it’s always easier to say no- stick with what’s easiest.
The looks, such as they are, will fade- his value will drop. No one will pay him any heed as the treadmill of life slowly grinds the optimism to dust.
Those intrusive thoughts of suicide, once irregular, will become a daily occurrence. Once a black abyss- feared and trod carefully around in case you fall in, now they glow with the green effervescence of an ‘EXIT’ sign- an alluring and welcome escape.
I want him to listen to the 50-year old man warning him of how quickly life will pass him by; how he must not just seize the opportunities, but go out and create his own. Not get stuck in that comfortable rut that will become his cell, albeit one with padded sides..
He smiles, always polite, but of course not interested.. Just another boring old fart in the pub trying to impart his drink-sodden wisdom on a 25-year old with the whole of his life ahead of him.
I shake his hand and wish him well.