I much prefer life to be a mystery.

What if it doesn’t get any better? What if this, where I am now, is the best it’s ever gonna be? You meet people who go on and on about their glory days, before they got fat or married the wrong person or picked the wrong career, the point where everything changes.
One day, I might look back on this night, and realize, these were my glory days, and I don’t get any more. Well , things might keep getting better.