In 2 1/2 decades of climbing, i've seen a lot of stuff and tried a lot of stuff...I've soloed when i was younger, I've climbed R and X routes where falls would have been UGLY...I've projected/pounded routes to the point of completion and sometimes not...I've established bolted routes...I've established trad lines...I've gone and retroed my own stuff...I've been super fit...I've been (and am) grossly out of shape and still love climbing even though i suck at it...I've been utterly humiliated and I've been a super star (in my own mind). I've thrown wobblers you wouldn't believe where i didn't want to show my face later due to embarassment(do they still use that term, wobbler)? I've nearly wrecked the car driving into a canyon for the first time due to being utterly awestruck and dumbfounded at the beauty of a place...I've eurosportfagged it hard. I've ripped finger tendons. I've damaged shoulders. I've broken foots and ankles. I've climbed with old folks, young folks, been young & been getin' old. I've climbed shitpiles of choss, i've climbed pure white limestone over the mediterranean., i've climbed beautiful golden granite, fire red sandstone. I've had awesome partners, i've had shitty partners...I've been a great climbing buddy and well, honestly, i've been a shit too...
You know what? I APPRECIATE every single chance i get to go climbing. I APPRECIATE every flavor of flavor of climbing, every chance i get and those chances are becoming fewer and further apart. The one thing in this life that really really bums me out is lack of time...if you think about it, even 10 decades is not enough time.