When I turned 50 I was amazed that I had survived as long!
I made up my mind to retire, live off of what I had (and from the sale of things I owned, like my house) and live like there was no tomorrow. That doesn't necessarily mean a life of debauchery, but I did give it a shot for a few months. Mother Nature reminded me I ain't 23 no more. But I digress.
I decided there would be no more 'somedays.' If there was something I really want to see or do, I put it on the agenda and see what I can do to make it happen.
It's been nearly six years now. I almost bought a plantation in Brazil (back when the US$ was strong) and settled down to raise a bunch of kids, but that fell through when the relationship with my hillybilly ex-girlfriend ended. It would have been my first shot at fatherhood, and I was disappointed at the time, but I think things happened for the best. I quite enjoy my freedom. I think my accomplishment in life has been securing my own freedom. I look around me and appreciate how fortunate I am, and will never lose sight of this.
I developed a passion for snorkeling, pursued that for a few years, and combined it with a trip to Fiji -- I always wanted to do the Pacific Islands thing. (For those interested in such some of the remote areas of Indonesia fit the bill -- arguably these islands are part of the same extended atoll.) I played that passion out, which may have been somewhat tempered by a near-fatal intimate encounter with a jellyfish in an area where there was no real medical care. I still enjoy a good snorkeling session, but it takes more to amuse me in this than many places that advertise themselves as snorkeling sites have to offer. Having grown up in a city, I still have moments of awe when encountering open spaces and wildlife, and at the beginning just experiencing water clear enough to see living things in was enough to get me excited. These days I'm a bit more jaded and a few square meters of dying coral and a few fish (which, unfortunately, is what too many of the advertised snorkeling areas have) can be a let down. But as the Buddha tells us, sadness is borne of expectation.
I now spend my time in SE Asia. I don't have the funds to stay in Japan, Europe, North America or ANZ, but that is not a hindrance. Sometimes I live in the city, sometimes more natural areas (seasonal weather is a big factor in these parts).
I think I've lived out all that I really want. I have a few places I'd like to see if I have the chance, but don't have a motivating desire to pursue, at least not now. I'm more inclined towards natural wonders, like waterfalls, than to things like temples and cathedrals, though I do like Chinese temples. I have yet to see Angkor Wat, even though I've been within a few hundred km of it several times. Someday I just might get the bug to go for it, and make it all happen with an excursion of a few days: from all accounts the tourist experience of the area sounds horrendous, and, having visited Cambodia once before, I don't particularly care for that country, for my own reasons.
Another is Antarctica. When younger I fantasized about the "great, frozen nothing" but really, you can't hang out there, can you? Maybe next time I'm in South America, if the mood and the season (and the finances) are right, well, maybe. And I don't like the cold.
The great rift in Africa is another on the "maybe" list, as is the Galapagos. I like the 'island in the middle of nowhere' motif, but have played it out for now. If I ever get the urge for it again I'd like to check out somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic that isn't militarized (like most of those islands are). Certain islands in the Azores qualify.
One tribulation I never had to contend with in this life is the burden of great wealth. I'd like to try that experience for a while! I would make a great estranged, low-maintenance husband for a wealthy woman. There's a piece of dialogue from 'Fiddler on the Roof':
Young Man: Money is God's curse on man!
Father: Then may He smite me with it, and may I never recover!