Love diary of the year of no doubt

Forty years old? At the age of 42, I still feel a little confused. Just some things, know, look at it from another angle, and don't ask for trouble. Are you happy every day? Is relatively happy, but this kind of happiness is the helpless happiness after knowing that life is like this, life is like this, life is like this, and human nature is like this. Is love at this age a luxury?