At twenty-one, I was a divorced single mother. At thirty, I was struggling to feed my children. At forty, I was starting over in a new country. At fifty, I was rebuilding my career. At sixty, I walked the runway at Fashion Week. Life begins at every age—if you dare to make a plan.
The individual is the only reality. The further we move away from the individual toward abstract ideas about Homo sapiens, the more likely we are to fall into error.