Thanks for a great post. Since we’re close in age, I call your writing wisdom instead of ranting.
I guess I should consider myself lucky, because I experienced satori thirty-three years ago. For two years, I was that doctor performing CPR on my dream of playing professional tennis. When I finally quit at 27, I spent a month sitting in a dark room, trying to find meaning in a life stripped of any identity or purpose.
Within a couple of years, I found my true calling as a dad/artist. Career highlights included unintentionally creating an indestructible paper mache piñata for one son’s birthday and recording a “War of the World” style radio show in a restaurant, with my young sons as foley men, because they insisted on eating jello through a straw.
They’re grown now, and the search for meaning has begun all over again.