As the years stack up—and brothers, am I feeling those years—I’ve noticed a shift in how I think about what I want versus what I need. When I was younger, the list of “wants” felt endless: new gadgets, new clothes, new toys, new milestones. But with age, I’ve come to realize that many of those wants wouldn’t actually improve my life—or anyone else’s, for that matter.
“I need you more than I want you, and I want you for all time.”
Every time I hear that, goosebumps. It nails the difference between fleeting desires and soul-level necessity.
And speaking of age, I’ve started to think of life like a gas tank. The first half? Smooth sailing, plenty of mileage, lots of road ahead. The second half? That needle drops at an alarming rate, and every mile feels like it’s burning faster than the one before. That reality sharpens my focus: What do I really need, and what’s just a distraction?
Take this photo of me, styled up like Raymond Reddington. A few thoughts immediately hit me:
Black might actually be my color.
A fedora isn’t out of the question.
My eyes really do smile when I let them.
And yet, the questions creep in. Would my life truly be more complete with a $1000 suit? Would a $600 Borsalino fedora really bring more meaning than my trusty Chiefs cap?
It’s said that clothes make the man. But after all these years, I can’t help but wonder, do I really need to buy more to feel “made”? Or maybe, just maybe, I’ve already got what I need: the smile in my eyes, the people I love, and enough road left in the tank to enjoy the ride.
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