Where Life Begins and Dreams End

It is said that life began at forty, and that's what keeps me wondering. Is it because we simply old enough to enjoy life, or we just become too old to chase our dreams, surrender to accept reality, in other words, the end of idealism and the start of pragmatism? When we wake up every morning and see our family begin the day, all the routines. We talk to our spouse about the future, and finally realize that no matter how hard we tried, it will never be good enough. When our children show their energy and compassion to learn and chase their dreams, would it be the sign to make our sacrifice? Of course, it doesn't always begin at forty. Maybe, forty seconds from now, who knows?.