As you age, where is the joy?
One thing I’ve been struggling with lately is: When you can’t drink margaritas or have sex any more, where is the fun in life?
More generally that can be stated as: As you get older and your health deteriorates, you’ll be able to do fewer and fewer things that you enjoy, until one day you won’t be able to do any of them. At that point, what’s left?
I’m struggling with this question because Tequila is more in control of things right now than Monk. I know what Monk’s answer would be, I just don’t like it.