He was wrong, and it was a good thing.

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Today, while enjoying my lunch, I was jabbering with a co-worker. He lovingly discussed his years in France with his pregnant wife. He spent two years there as he pursued his degree, aching to return to his friends who lived there. Upon arriving home in Mexico city, he reflected on his life leading up to that point, as though he already reached his peak in life. "As I stood on the stairs leading down to the tarmac, I thought, my best years are behind me," he said... 

"I was wrong. The best was yet to come."

Ahh, that made my Wednesday! I hope we can all embrace the possibility that there is no such thing as a "peak" in life, and that we have endless opportunities available to pursue the peaks at any stage of the game  :)