Trapped in Middle-ocrity

Mid-age crisis is something I can identify with already, and I'm only 28. The first shock to the system comes as you're going through university, sheltered in the system and financed by seemingly infinite resources. You walk through a family neighbourhood and it makes your stomach turn to see "normal" people living out this awful routine: wake up, work, eat, sleep. Family is a small distraction and a bit of TV or golf or shopping is about the sum of variety. Ok, I'm washing over the details, but it still is a bit of shock. Where's life? Where's the real deal, the thing it's all about? And next thing you know, you're trying to get your career going and your mid-30's hit you and for the first time the ship has steadied enough for you to take stock, and you suddenly realise how far you feel from the extravagant dreams of your youth. The message here is simple: what were you doing when you were 28? Or 24? Or 32? The adventure is usually for those who chase it and today is the right day, just like any other. I'm frightened by the prospect of life running away, and although I don't have the energy to change the world in a day, I can do a little each day to make today special.