Wait until you get to 40 and you've seen enough beginnings, middles and ends of things that you have a greater understanding of how the world around you isn't forged in bedrock but is in a constant state of change. How you've been lead around by Madison Ave in a fear of missing out. There is a joy of missing out that come in at middle age. You can honestly say to yourself that something isn't worth wasting your time on. Not out of a close-mindedness but because you been to those dungeons and they have been picked clean.