Oh no, you've reached the midpoint of your life. The swings are just as rusty as your dreams, the seesaw's creaking like your knees, and the sandbox's just... well, a bit too small.
You've got 30 years of experience, and it's all starting to feel like 30 years of the same old thing. The excitement of youth, gone. The fire in your belly, reduced to embers. The existential dread, on a never-ending loop.
But fear not! For in this very moment, you can still choose: