Great article. At the age of 54, I can agree to most of it. Time speeds up as soon as you fall into routines, and slows down and sweetens up, when you make each moment a unique adventure. As a child, I missed learning several social clues and skills, so in later years, my attempts to fit in were spoiled by being too literally and not getting a grasp on basic things between humans and how to deal with life, like I had an education in autism. Each attempt at being normal just made me weirder and stranger, the result being a lucid happiness in my middle ages, when a lot of my friends and colleagues have already given up on life, slowly poisoned by normalcy.