When I hear stories of other people who are doing well, my first question is, “How old are they?”
So long as they are sufficiently older than I am — so that I might conceivably achieve the same thing by their age — I’m O.K. with it. Ten years ago, it seemed as though everyone was much older than I was, and I still had plenty of time to do great things. But now, the people making news with their successes are getting closer to my age. Sometimes they are younger. I don’t like that.