“I was just fifteen years old, so I had the license to be stupid.” And when you are fifty-five, you look yourself at thirty-five and say, “You know, I was still young. I was thirty-five, so I was stupid!” And then you can laugh at yourself with abandon: “Oh, I was just thirty-five!”
But at thirty-five you cannot laugh at the one who is still thirty-five; you leave that to happen twenty years later. And who will laugh at the one who is fifty-five? There would be nobody left—don’t worry, none of you are going to live that long. It’s a very polluted earth. Seventy-five is a very far cry.
So why not laugh at yourself right now?