"Is there any fun at the middle age?" One day, I asked this question to one of my most respected teachers.
"So you would be an unhappy father in the future?"
"So how to a happy middle-aged?"
"... I don't know yet."
I think there is no peak time in one's life because there are no deadlines to be happier and better in the future, except death.
Within 2 months, I'll reach 25 which means in the rest of my life, there would be only one judgment left for most people around me: any female under 25 is better than me for no reason, any female above 25 is better than me for a better marriage or a younger appearance.
Aging is unreversed, but no one has taught me how to aspire aging other than being numb no matter 25 or 52.
When I look around, there is no happy person, no happy couple, no happy student, no happy teacher, no happy parent, no happy worker, ...
"Happy" is not in their choices of the day.
I'm not sure whether I am a late bloomer, but I'm the kind of people "no hurry, no pause".
It's okay that in the past 24 years I failed to be an early bloomer, but I have never failed myself.