That friend passed away a little while ago at 52 years of age.
Another friend admitted to me, when we were both 30, that he'd given up on his dream of becoming a rockstar... and advised me to do the same, saying we were both too old.
As a youth, I told everyone that I intended to be a millionaire by the time I was 30. I wasn't. My sister has never let me forget it. My response is that there is still time, and what does it matter if I'm a little late.
I have to admit, I still cherish my dreams - I believe there's always time. Older people than me are creating million-dollar businesses on the internet. Others older than me have made their first albums, distributed them over the internet and been "discovered" on YouTube.
How could I give up on my dreams while others are achieving them?
There is never really a time to give up, and you're never to old to start. Life is not over til it's over.
What would you rather have - a million dollars at 75, or never?
What would you rather have - to get fit, healthy and slim after 50... or never?