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SEVENTY THOUGHTS FROM TURNING SEVENTY

I just turned seventy years old, and I’ve travelled a long way from a child’s subsistence existence in rural Manitoba to a comfortable senior’s lifestyle on Canada’s west coast. I grew from hand-cranked telephones to now commanding a sophisticated, personalized artificial intelligence system—something no one imagined back in the 50s and 60s, And during the journey I’ve observed and learned a few things. Things I’m expressing today as seventy thoughts from turning seventy.

My boyhood happened in a little Canadian village called Rennie on the Manitoba-Ontario boundary. It revolved around the fur industry, nature, the railroad, and the drag strip. Looking back, it wasn’t a bad place to be. Not a bad place at all.

I left Rennie at twenty-one. Since then, I’ve been a police officer investigating homicides, an ERT (SWAT) member in armed conflicts, a coroner dealing with human death, a housebuilder/designer, a land developer, a boat skipper, a security and safety officer, a toxicology technician, and a reasonably accomplished writer starting in my fifties and sixties. Actually… I have no idea what I’m going to be when I grow up.

Turning seventy is a time to reflect. A time for thinking back, ahead, and right here. What emerged are random thoughts. Not advice. Not wisdom. Not guidance. Not insight. Not counsel or perspective. Just seventy thoughts from turning seventy.

Beginnings and Becomings

  1. Humble Start. Rennie wasn’t the center of the universe, but it was home. I had no idea where life would take me, and that’s probably just as well. I might’ve talked myself out of half the adventures.
  2. The One-Room Schoolhouse. My first four grades shared one teacher and classroom. You learned to work on your own while the older kids got their lessons, and you couldn’t help overhearing theirs. Whether I learned patience is another question.
  3. Small-Town Values. In Rennie, neighbors helped neighbors, and everybody was expected to pull their weight. Those weren’t grand philosophical principles. They were just how people got along.
  4. Family Foundations. I didn’t notice what my family was teaching me. I was too busy being a kid, watching, listening, and occasionally getting into trouble. It’s taken me a few decades to appreciate how much of my education happened outside school.
  5. Curiosity. I’ve always wanted to know how things work and why people do what they do. It served me in policing and writing, and now it’s got me exploring advanced AI when I could be putting my feet up. Apparently, curiosity doesn’t retire.
  6. School in Nearby Whitemouth. Whitemouth school opened up a bigger world, although nobody would’ve mistaken it for a Manitoba metropolis like Winnipeg. I graduated in 1974 with friends, memories, and a limited idea of what came next. But things soon turned out to be interesting.
  7. The People Who Influenced Me. I’ve crossed paths with generous teachers, investigators, writers, and friends. Some showed me what to do. Some provided excellent demonstrations of what not to do. You can learn from almost anybody if you pay attention.
  8. Opportunities and Choices. Big changes sometimes began with seemingly minor decisions. I’ve worked hard, made wrong turns, and benefited from plain old luck. Anyone who claims to have planned everything might be overlooking the luck factor.
  9. Life Doesn’t Come With Instructions. Nobody gave me a manual for life, and I’m not sure I’d have read it if they had. I’ve made obvious mistakes, sometimes more than once. It’s an expensive way to learn, but it works.
  10. Becoming Is Never Finished. I’ve changed jobs and opinions enough to know I’m unfinished. New interests keep turning up when I least expect them. If being grown up means having everything figured out, I’ve still got some work ahead of me.

Work, Experience, and Purpose

  1. The Value of a Paycheck. My first paychecks bought independence, though they didn’t last long. Early jobs taught me to show up, do the work, and take some pride in it. Those lessons have paid better dividends than the wages.
  2. Lessons From the Railroad. Railroad work taught attention, quick thinking, and pulling my weight. Things didn’t always go according to plan, and complaining rarely fixed them. I can’t say every task was enjoyable. Neither was the weather.
  3. Becoming a Mountie. Joining the RCMP in 1978 changed my life. Depot training in Regina introduced discipline, teamwork, and the unpleasant discovery that I wasn’t quite as clever as I thought. Twenty years of policing provided lessons no classroom could offer.
  4. The Reality of Homicide Investigation. Homicide work showed me human kindness and cruelty at their extremes. There wasn’t the television glamour—mostly patient, detailed digging and uncooperative evidence. Finding answers for people who couldn’t speak for themselves mattered.
  5. Life Through a Coroner’s Eyes. As coroner, I investigated sudden, tragic, sometimes preventable deaths. It didn’t make me gloomy, but it cured me of assuming tomorrow was guaranteed. That perspective stays with you.
  6. Building Things and Running Businesses. Business and construction taught me that ideas need actual work. Budgets, deadlines, and things that don’t fit have a way of correcting optimism. Being your own boss also means the problems know where you live. And laying awake at three a.m. calculating how you’re going to make payroll beats an academic MBA.
  7. The People You Work With. I’ve worked with outstanding people and some who made me wonder how they got dressed. The best taught loyalty, humor, and keeping a cool head. Often, it’s the people I remember more than the work.
  8. Success, Failure, and Starting Over. Some ideas worked. Others cost money, time, and pride. Failure isn’t automatically a wonderful teacher, but it can be if you’ll listen. Sometimes the sensible choice is to quit digging a hole, climb out, and take another route.
  9. Becoming a Writer. After investigating others’ stories, writing my own proved harder. Since starting DyingWords in 2012, I’ve written 31 books and learned to rewrite passages I once thought were terrific. Some days the words flow. Other days they require dental extraction.
  10. Finding Purpose Beyond a Career. Leaving a career doesn’t mean leaving purpose. Books, DyingWords, Stoicism, and now AI have kept my intellectual days full. I’ve got more ideas than time to pursue them, which strikes me as a good problem to have.

People, Relationships, and Human Nature

  1. Marriage and Making It Last. Rita and I have been married forty-three years, long enough to know my irritating habits. We’ve raised a family, enjoyed plenty of good times, and weathered very few storms. I suspect reciprocal kindness has something to do with that.
  2. Family Comes First. I’ve sometimes given work too much attention. Family gatherings and shared memories mean more to me now than they did when I was younger. You don’t get those ordinary moments back once they’ve passed.
  3. Raising Children. Rita and I raised two kids while pretending we knew what we were doing. They taught us a few things along the way. Watching them become independent adults has been a joy, even if my advice doesn’t always get top billing.
  4. The Value of True Friendship. I’ve known plenty of people, but true friends are a smaller group. They’re reliable, funny, and easy to reconnect with. Friendship doesn’t need a crowd. It needs people genuinely glad to see each other.
  5. Trust Is Earned, Not Given. Police work taught me to mistrust unsupported stories. I pay more attention to what people do than what they say. Trust can take years to earn and only a moment to lose, and patching it up isn’t easy.
  6. People Are Complicated. I’ve seen decent people make awful decisions and dishonest people show surprising kindness. People seldom fit into tidy categories. Whenever I think I’ve got human nature figured out, someone comes along and reminds me otherwise.
  7. The Art of Listening. Homicide interviews taught me to shut up and listen. Ask a good question, then listen. As my old detective mentor said, “You’ve got one mouth and two ears for a reason.” I’ve tried applying that at home, although Rita might question how consistently I’ve mastered the technique.
  8. Kindness Doesn’t Cost Much. A helping hand or kind word can make a difference. You seldom know what another person is dealing with. Being decent doesn’t require much effort, which makes the lack of decency rather puzzling.
  9. Disagreements, Grudges, and Forgiveness. I’ve held onto arguments longer than they deserved, usually because pride got involved. Standing firm differs from nursing an irritation. Forgiveness doesn’t excuse what happened. It can simply free up your time.
  10. The People Who Really Matter. The best parts of my life involve people, not possessions. Family and friends have supplied laughter and company worth remembering. Accomplishments are satisfying, but they don’t sit around the table with you.

Truth, Reality, and Judgment

  1. Reality Doesn’t Negotiate. Reality doesn’t give a fat rat’s ass what I believe or how badly I want something to be true. I’ve argued with facts, and they weren’t impressed. Sooner or later, what’s real has a way of settling the discussion.
  2. First Impressions Can Fool You. A scene or person can deceive on first glance. I’ve misread people and jumped to conclusions myself. Now I try to look a little longer before deciding, although occasionally I still get caught.
  3. Facts, Opinions, and Assumptions. There’s what I know, what I think I know, and what I’d really like to believe. Those aren’t the same things. Policing taught the distinction—loud opinions aren’t evidence.
  4. Follow the Evidence. It’s easy to favor evidence supporting your theory. Homicide investigation taught me how dangerous that can be. If the evidence points elsewhere, you’d better have the sense to follow it, even when starting over hurts.
  5. The Truth Isn’t Always Comfortable. An inconvenient truth stings when it exposes a mistake. Pretending otherwise might feel better for a while. In my experience, an uncomfortable truth is still easier to live with than a comfortable lie.
  6. Knowing What You Don’t Know. I’m increasingly comfortable saying, ‘I don’t know.’ Some people have answers even without knowledge. There’s no shame in ignorance if you’re willing to follow it with, ‘I’d sure like to find out.’
  7. Intelligence Isn’t Wisdom. I’ve met highly educated fools as well as uncredentialed folks with excellent insight. Knowing lots of things isn’t the same as knowing what to do. Wisdom seems to require an understanding of people, circumstances, and consequences. As they say, knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting tomatoes in a fruit salad.
  8. Changing Your Mind Isn’t a Weakness. I once thought changing my mind showed weakness. Now I see it differently. New evidence ought to change an old conclusion when the conclusion was wrong. Defending a mistake just to save face seems like a poor bargain.
  9. Decisions Have Consequences. Some decisions deserved more thought than I gave them. Good intentions don’t guarantee good results, and small choices sometimes travel a long way. You can’t predict everything, but you can take responsibility for what you decide.
  10. Good Judgment Comes From Experience. Good judgment supposedly comes from experience, often bad judgment. I can’t argue with that. I’ve made some fine calls and spectacular blunders, and I like to think the blunders at least earned their tuition.

Character, Stoicism, and Living Well

  1. Character Is What You Do. Some people preach integrity until it becomes inconvenient. Character shows up in conduct, especially when nobody’s watching. I haven’t always met my own standards either but admitting that beats pretending I haven’t got faults.
  2. Discovering Stoicism Later in Life. In my late sixties, ancient Stoics explained lessons I’d learned the hard way. Stoicism’s emphasis on judgment, restraint, and accepting reality made sense. I wish I’d found it sooner, but here we are.
  3. Knowing What You Can Control. Stoicism reminds me I can’t control others or tomorrow. I can work on my choices and responses, though. It’s a simple distinction that’s saved me aggravation, whenever I actually remember to practice it. Ta eph hemen. Ta ouk eph hemen. (Google that saying.)
  4. Courage Isn’t the Absence of Fear. I’ve been scared when circumstances justified it. Courage meant recognizing the danger and doing what needed doing anyway. Sometimes it also means admitting you’re wrong when pride is begging you to keep quiet.
  5. Treating People Fairly. Everybody deserves a fair shake, regardless of background or wealth. In police work, hearing someone’s story mattered before reaching conclusions. Respect doesn’t require agreement, and decency doesn’t mean approving of everything somebody does.
  6. The Value of Self-Discipline. Work, exercise, and routine aren’t always exciting. Doing them anyway has served me better than waiting for inspiration. I don’t always feel like starting, but once I’ve done the work I’m generally glad I did.
  7. Keeping Your Emotions in Check. Anger happens. Letting it decide can be expensive. Police work taught me to keep a cool head, and Stoicism helped explain the habit. A moment’s pause between stimulus and response has saved me a few apologies.
  8. Knowing When Enough Is Enough. There’s always another goal or purchase. Chase them all and the finish line keeps moving. I’m more content these days, and I’ve discovered that knowing what’s enough can be more useful than getting more.
  9. Gratitude, Simplicity, and Contentment. Health, family, friends, quiet mornings, and coffee count for plenty. I don’t need much more to make a day worthwhile, although something interesting to think about helps. Simplicity is the ultimate sophistocation.
  10. Becoming a Better Human Being. I don’t expect to become wise and faultless. Learning from mistakes, treating people decently, and trying to exercise better judgment seem like useful daily work. There’s still plenty of room for improvement on my end.

Time, Aging, and Mortality

  1. Where Did All the Years Go? Seventy years sounds long until you look back. Childhood seemed endless when I was waiting to turn sixteen and get my driver’s license. The decades since haven’t shown quite the same patience.
  2. Age Is More Than a Number. My body disputes that age is just a number. The mind still proposes projects without consulting the knees. I’ve accepted a few limitations, but I don’t intend to let the calendar make every decision.
  3. Taking Care of the Machinery. I’ve only one body, so I eat, sleep, and move sensibly. Rucking means walking with a weighted backpack, an activity that sometimes makes me question my own judgment. Still, the machinery seems worth maintaining.
  4. Eat. Move. Rest. Think. Do. This formula of five is the closet thing to a good life prescription as I’ve found. Eat—I try to follow the Mediterranean diet. Move—I ruck n’ rope. Rest—7 to 8 hours unbroken. Think—Cognitive workouts. Do—Having a purpose.
  5. Don’t Put Life on Hold. It’s easy to wait until work settles down. There’s always another reason to wait. Planning ahead matters but spending your whole life getting ready to live would be a pretty disappointing outcome.
  6. The Things That Matter Less With Age. I seldom worry about impressing people or winning pointless arguments—especially politics. Time with people I care about and work I enjoy interests me more. It’s taken a while, but I’m getting better at sorting the two. Also at saying “No” to things that don’t matter.
  7. Time Is the One Thing You Can’t Replace. Money and possessions can be replaced. Yesterday doesn’t offer refunds. I’m more particular now about what deserves my hours, and I’d rather spend them on people and things that matter than on somebody else’s nonsense.
  8. Learning to Let Go. Plans change, people leave, opportunities disappear. I’ve wasted time wishing I could rewrite things that were already done. Letting go isn’t always giving up; sometimes it’s making room for the life still in front of you.
  9. Growing Older Without Growing Old. I’m keeping curious while letting my body vote. There’s no reason to stop learning or trying new things at seventy. I just allow a little more recovery time than I once did.
  10. Making Peace With Mortality. I know the final outcome, but I’m not eager to meet the Grim Reaper. I’ve had a good run and hope there’s plenty left. The best preparation I can think of is to enjoy living while I’m here.

Curiosity, Progress, and What Comes Next

  1. Curiosity Keeps Life Interesting. New questions and rabbit holes keep appearing. Investigations, books, philosophy, and technology have all taken their turns. I can’t imagine being bored when there’s still so much I haven’t figured out.
  2. You’re Never Too Old to Learn. Stoicism and AI made me a beginner again in my late sixties. It’s humbling, sometimes frustrating, and often tremendous fun. Learning may take a little longer now, but I haven’t noticed any shortage of things worth learning.
  3. The Writing Isn’t Finished. Since 2012, I’ve enjoyed turning ideas into DyingWords articles. I’ve got more stories and opinions in me, whether anybody asks for them or not. The keyboard isn’t getting retired just yet.
  4. Discovering Artificial Intelligence. ChatGPT began as my research assistant in 2023. That led to bigger questions about human thinking, machine learning, and what the two might accomplish together. I never expected a bot-tool to send me off on an entirely new adventure.
  5. The Past Has Plenty to Teach Us. Stoics, Ben Franklin, and computer pioneers remind me that ideas have histories. I’ve become more interested in tracing those roots. You might know where you are, but you don’t know where you’re going unless you know where you’ve been.
  6. Learning From Younger Generations. Birthdays don’t confer a monopoly on ideas. Younger people see technology and changing customs differently, and I’ve learned by watching and listening. That’s more rewarding than speaking on why everything was supposedly better in the old days.
  7. Keeping an Open Mind. Evidence has changed some of my strong opinions. That doesn’t mean believing every new claim that comes along. It means holding my convictions firmly enough to examine them and loosely enough to correct them. It also means not judging youths with green or pink hair.
  8. Finding Something Worthwhile to Build. I’ve always liked building with tools or words. Now I’m working on a project that I hope might help other people. It’s called Twenty-Second Century Enlightenment—22ENL for short—and it trains humans to build, command, and govern their personalized artificial intelligence system. It’s a human development and self-improvement program that may succeed or it may not, but getting up with something worthwhile to tackle suits me fine.
  9. Planning for a Future I Can’t Predict. Life’s surprised me too often to script the next decade. I’ll still make plans and pursue what matters, while leaving room for surprises. If someone had described my seventieth year to me at twenty, I’d have laughed.
  10. I’m Still Looking Forward. Seventy isn’t a finish line, and I’m not interested in waiting around for Doctor Death. I’ve experienced good fortune and learned some lessons I’d rather not repeat. I don’t know how many roads remain, but I intend to enjoy the drive.

THE ARRIVAL FALLACY AND THE ASYMPTOTIC CURVE

“I’ll be happy when….” the mortgage is paid. the book is published. the promotion comes. retirement begins. there’s enough money, enough recognition, enough freedom. the mountain is finally summitted. There’s nothing wrong with those goals. The problem begins when a goal becomes a promise that life will finally feel complete once we “arrive”.

It rarely works that way. Achievement brings satisfaction, but satisfaction fades. The promotion becomes the job. The dream home becomes the house. Retirement becomes ordinary life. The mind adjusts, the horizon moves, and another summit appears. This is the Arrival Fallacy—the belief that reaching some future milestone will finally deliver lasting fulfillment.

There may be a better way to understand what’s happening. In mathematics, an asymptotic curve keeps moving toward a line without ever quite reaching it. Human development works much the same way. We can become wiser, healthier, more capable, more skilled, and more fulfilled without ever arriving at some final state called complete.

That changes the question. Instead of asking, “When will I finally get there?”, perhaps the better question is, “Am I still moving in the right direction?”

What the Arrival Fallacy Is

The Arrival Fallacy is the belief that some future achievement will finally settle us. Once the degree is earned, the business succeeds, the mortgage is gone, the book is published, the kids are launched, or retirement begins, life will somehow click into place. We’ll feel complete. The pressure will lift. We’ll finally be where we were supposed to be.

That’s the fallacy. It isn’t that the goals are foolish or that achievement doesn’t matter. Most worthwhile lives are built around goals, effort, and progress. Goals give us direction. They force decisions. They help us measure whether we’re moving forward or simply drifting. The mistake is asking a goal to do more than it can.

Achievement can change circumstances. It can open doors, create security, build confidence, and produce a well-earned sense of satisfaction. But it can’t permanently resolve the human condition. There’s always another problem, another challenge, another uncertainty, another horizon. Life doesn’t stop being life because one objective has been reached.

The important distinction is between achievement and completion. Achievement is real. Completion is often imagined. We can finish a project, pay off a debt, reach a professional milestone, or master a difficult skill. What we can’t reliably do is arrive at some permanent state where nothing more needs attention and nothing further needs to be learned.

The Arrival Fallacy begins when we confuse those two things.

Why the Mind Keeps Falling For It

The Arrival Fallacy survives because the human mind is very good at imagining a better future and not nearly as good at predicting how that future will actually feel. We picture the promotion, the retirement party, the finished house, the published book, or the number in the bank account and imagine the satisfaction that’ll come with it. What we don’t picture nearly as clearly is ourselves six months later, standing in essentially the same mind, with most of the same habits, worries, expectations, and unfinished business.

Psychologists call part of this hedonic adaptation. Something changes, it feels important for a while, and then the mind adjusts. What was once exceptional becomes normal. The pay raise becomes the salary. The new car becomes transportation. The dream house becomes a place where the furnace breaks and the gutters need cleaning. Even achievements that once seemed almost unreachable can become surprisingly ordinary once they’ve been lived with for a while.

There’s another trick at work. The future is clean because it hasn’t happened yet. We can imagine the good parts without experiencing the complications that’ll come with them. Retirement looks like freedom until it also brings questions about purpose, routine, identity, and what to do with Tuesday morning. Success looks uncomplicated from a distance because the next set of problems is still hidden behind it.

So the mind keeps moving the marker. Maybe happiness wasn’t there. Maybe it’s at the next milestone. And because the next destination is still safely in the future, the promise remains convincing. That’s how the Arrival Fallacy keeps renewing itself.

What is the Arrival Fallacy? The Arrival Fallacy is the mistaken belief that reaching a future milestone—such as wealth, retirement, publication, promotion, recognition, or some other major goal—will produce lasting fulfillment or a permanent sense of completion. Goals can improve circumstances and provide direction, but the satisfaction they bring usually fades as people adapt. The fallacy begins when achievement is expected to solve the deeper problem of how to live well.

The Hidden Cost of Living for Arrival

The real danger in the Arrival Fallacy isn’t disappointment. It’s postponement. A person starts treating the present as something to get through on the way to a better future. Work is endured until retirement. Health is neglected until there’s more time. Relationships are put on hold until the pressure eases. Enjoyment gets deferred because there’s always one more target to hit first.

That can work for a while, especially when the goal is important. Sacrifice is often necessary. Discipline usually requires saying no to something now for something better later. But there’s a difference between postponing a pleasure and postponing a life. The trouble starts when the present becomes permanently provisional—when today is always preparation for tomorrow and tomorrow keeps moving farther away.

The cost can be hard to see because ambition is usually praised. The person may be productive, responsible, successful, and still miss what’s happening around them. Years can disappear into deadlines, projects, promotions, mortgages, and plans. The irony is brutal: someone can spend decades building the conditions for a good life and discover they’ve been too busy building it to actually live much of it.

That doesn’t mean abandoning long-term goals. It means refusing to make them the price of admission to the present. A future milestone can improve life, but it shouldn’t be allowed to hold today hostage. The deeper mistake isn’t wanting to arrive. It’s assuming life begins when we do.

Enter the Asymptotic Curve

This is where the asymptotic curve becomes useful. In mathematics, an asymptote is a line a curve keeps approaching without ever quite reaching. The distance gets smaller and smaller, progress continues, but there’s no final point where the curve simply stops and declares the job done.

Human development often looks the same. A person can become wiser without ever becoming perfectly wise. They can become healthier without reaching some permanent state of perfect health. They can become more skilled, more disciplined, more capable, and more clear-minded while still discovering how much remains to be learned. Progress is real, but completion keeps receding.

That may sound discouraging at first, but it’s actually the opposite. If there’s no final state where everything is settled, then there’s also no need to wait for one before life can be meaningful. The value is in the movement itself—in learning, adapting, improving judgment, building competence, and getting better at meeting reality as it comes.

The asymptotic curve gives us a better picture than the finish line. A finish line suggests that once it’s crossed, the race is over. The curve suggests continued development without the fantasy of final completion. It doesn’t say achievement is pointless. It says achievement is part of a larger trajectory.

That changes how a person sees progress. The goal isn’t to become finished. It’s to keep closing the distance.

Why the Curve is a Better Model of Life

The asymptotic curve is a better model of life because real development rarely moves in a straight line toward a clean finish or a single, specific summit. A person learns, improves, slips, adjusts, recovers, and keeps going. Progress happens, but it’s uneven. Some gains come quickly. Others take years. What matters isn’t whether every step is smooth. It’s whether the general direction is sound.

The arrival model tells us there’s a point where the work is over. The curve says otherwise. The more someone learns, the more they usually see what they don’t know. The more capable they become, the more subtle the next challenge looks. Mastery doesn’t close the world down. It opens more of it up.

That’s true in almost everything worth doing. Fitness has to be maintained. Judgment has to be exercised. Relationships need attention. Skills decay if they aren’t used. Knowledge gets outdated. Character isn’t something a person earns once and stores on a shelf. Life keeps moving, and anything alive has to keep adapting with it.

The curve also makes room for aging. A person may not be getting faster, stronger, or more energetic forever, but they can still deepen judgment, perspective, patience, skill, and understanding. The form of progress changes, but the possibility of progress doesn’t disappear.

That’s why the asymptotic model feels closer to reality. It doesn’t promise perfection. It doesn’t demand completion. It asks for continued movement in the right direction.

Goals Still Matter

None of this means goals don’t matter. They do. Without goals, effort can turn into drift. A clear objective gives direction, creates priorities, and forces choices. It helps a person decide what deserves attention and what can be ignored. Goals also give us something concrete to measure against, which matters because progress is hard to judge when there’s no reference point.

The problem isn’t having a destination. It’s expecting the destination to do emotional work it was never designed to do. A goal can help someone build a business, finish a degree, write a book, improve their health, or save enough money to retire. What it can’t guarantee is permanent satisfaction once the target is reached. That’s where ambition quietly turns into expectation, and expectation starts writing promises reality never made.

Used properly, goals are coordinates. They tell us where to aim without pretending the destination is the end of development. Reaching one objective often reveals the next problem, the next possibility, or the next level of competence. That isn’t failure. That’s how progress works.

A good goal should answer a practical question. Where am I trying to go? It shouldn’t be burdened with answering a much bigger one. When will I finally be complete?

Goals still matter. They just need to stay in their lane.

What is an asymptotic curve? An asymptotic curve is a mathematical curve that moves progressively closer to a line or limit without necessarily reaching it. As a metaphor for human development, it describes how a person can keep improving in wisdom, health, skill, judgment, or capability without ever reaching a final state of perfection or completion. Progress remains real even though there may be no absolute finish line.

From Destination to Trajectory

Once the finish line or summit stops being the point, another idea takes its place: trajectory. Instead of judging life by whether some final destination has been reached, it makes more sense to ask whether the overall direction is good. Is the person learning? Is their judgment improving? Are they becoming healthier, more capable, more useful, more resilient? Are they moving closer to reality or farther away from it?

Trajectory changes the way progress is measured. A setback doesn’t automatically mean failure, just as a milestone doesn’t mean the work is finished. Someone can lose ground for a while and still be travelling in the right general direction. They can also achieve something impressive while quietly moving in the wrong one. A promotion that destroys health, a bigger income that costs every meaningful relationship, or professional success built on permanent exhaustion may look like progress from the outside while the underlying trajectory says otherwise.

Thinking in terms of trajectory also makes room for course corrections. Reality changes. People change. Priorities change. A goal that made sense ten years ago may no longer deserve the same place in a life today. There’s no shame in adjusting direction when better information appears. In fact, refusing to change course simply because a destination was once chosen can become its own kind of trap.

The better question isn’t whether we’ve arrived. It’s whether we’re still becoming better equipped to meet what comes next.

The Role of Aging

Aging puts pressure on the Arrival Fallacy because, sooner or later, the future stops looking endless. There are fewer decades left to keep saying, I’ll get to that later. Retirement may have arrived. The career may be winding down. The children are grown. Some of the goals that once seemed distant are either behind us or no longer matter as much as they once did.

That can be unsettling, but it can also be clarifying. Aging strips away some of the illusion that life will eventually become settled and complete. It won’t. Health still needs attention. Relationships still need tending. Curiosity still matters. Judgment still matters. There’s still more to learn, more to understand, and more to contribute.

The asymptotic curve fits aging far better than the old finish-line model. A person may not keep getting faster, stronger, or more energetic forever, but development doesn’t have to stop. Experience can deepen judgment. Perspective can improve. Patience can grow. A lifetime of mistakes, successes, losses, and corrections can become useful if they’re actually examined.

The mistake is assuming that aging means arrival. It doesn’t. It simply changes the terrain. The direction can still be forward even when the pace changes and the objectives do too.

That may be one of the better gifts of getting older—realizing there was never a finish line in the first place. No summit to find.

A Stoic Connection

The Stoics would have understood the problem with arrival. Their philosophy wasn’t built around reaching some final state where life became easy, certain, or complete. It was built around practice. Judgment had to be exercised. Character had to be tested. Attention had to be brought back, again and again, to what was actually within a person’s control.

That fits the asymptotic curve remarkably well. A Stoic didn’t become wise once and stay wise forever. Wisdom had to be renewed through choices, habits, restraint, and response to circumstance. The work kept returning because life kept presenting new conditions. There was always another irritation, another loss, another temptation, another test of judgment.

The important point is that the Stoics didn’t treat this as failure. They treated it as the nature of the work. Progress mattered, but perfection wasn’t the expectation. What counted was whether the person was becoming better at seeing clearly, choosing well, and meeting reality without pretending it should be something else.

That’s also why Stoicism resists the Arrival Fallacy. It doesn’t tell us to wait for the perfect future. It keeps bringing attention back to the present moment and the quality of the response being made now.

The practice isn’t about arriving. It’s about becoming better at the practice.

The Larger Principle

The larger principle is simple enough. Life works better when we stop demanding that a future event make us complete. The Arrival Fallacy says fulfillment is waiting somewhere ahead. The asymptotic curve says there may be no final point where the work, learning, adaptation, and development are finished.

That doesn’t make life smaller. It makes it more realistic. Progress still matters. Achievement still matters. So do ambition, discipline, and long-term plans. But they sit inside a larger process instead of pretending to end it. A milestone becomes something to reach, learn from, and move beyond rather than a place where everything is finally supposed to make sense.

There’s some freedom in that. A person doesn’t have to keep postponing satisfaction until the next promotion, the next cheque, the next project, or the next stage of life. They can still pursue those things without asking them to carry the full emotional weight of happiness, identity, and meaning.

The better model is continued development. Learn, adjust, improve, maintain, and keep going. Some seasons will bring growth. Others will be about holding ground, recovering, or changing direction. What matters is staying engaged with reality instead of waiting for a mythical point where reality no longer asks anything of us.

There may be no finish line. No summit. That doesn’t mean there’s no point. It means the point was never the finish line or the summit.

How do the Arrival Fallacy and the asymptotic curve intersect? The Arrival Fallacy assumes fulfillment lies at a future destination, while the asymptotic curve suggests human development is an ongoing process with no final point of completion. Put together, they offer a better model of life: goals still matter, but they should be treated as points along a continuing trajectory rather than as final destinations. The emphasis shifts from arriving to becoming progressively more capable of meeting reality well.

There May Be No Summit

There’s no problem with wanting the mortgage paid, the book published, the promotion earned, or retirement secured. Those things can matter a great deal. They can improve life, reduce stress, create opportunity, and mark the result of years of disciplined effort. What they can’t do is suspend the rest of life once they arrive.

That’s where the Arrival Fallacy finally gives way to the asymptotic curve. One model says fulfillment sits at a destination. The other says development keeps moving. One asks us to wait for completion. The other asks us to pay attention to direction, progress, and the quality of the life being lived along the way.

There’s something liberating in that. A person can still aim high, work hard, build, save, learn, publish, retire, and keep going. The milestone doesn’t have to become a verdict on whether life has succeeded. It can simply be what it really is: a point on the curve.

That may be the better way to think about a life. Not as a race toward some final state of completion, but as a continuing journey of becoming more capable of meeting reality well.

Don’t postpone living until arrival. Use destinations to guide direction, but it’s not the summit you’re after. It’s the purpose, enjoyment, and enjoyment of the climb.

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LIVER-EATING JOHNSON: THE MAN, THE MYTH, AND THE EVIDENCE

On January 21, 1900, an old mountain man named John Johnston died at a veterans’ home in California. He’d spent his life on the American frontier as a soldier, scout, hunter, trader, and lawman, but that’s not what made him famous. Johnston went to his grave carrying one of the grandest monikers in Old West history—“Liver-Eating Johnson.” According to legend, he’d devoted years to hunting Crow warriors, killing 300, cutting out their livers, and eating them in revenge for their murder of his pregnant wife.

If you’ve never heard of Liver-Eating Johnson, you may know the story by another name. The 1972 Robert Redford movie Jeremiah Johnson drew loosely from the same frontier legend and helped turn Johnston into a larger-than-life mountain man. Trouble is, the real Johnston wasn’t named Jeremiah, and much of the tale doesn’t stand up when you check evidence. Somewhere along the way, fact, folklore, newspaper hype, and Hollywood fantasy got thoroughly mixed.

The real John Johnston was fascinating without the embellishment. He served in the military, scouted during the Indian Wars, worked the frontier, and later became a Montana lawman. What’s much harder to prove is the murdered wife, the twenty-year vendetta against the Crow, the huge body count, and the actual eating of human livers. That’s where this story gets interesting, because the closer we look, the more the legendary killer separates from the documented man.

Then there’s a wonderful twist. More than seventy years after Johnston died, a group of California schoolchildren helped get his remains dug up and moved to Cody, Wyoming, where Robert Redford himself helped carry the coffin. It’s a remarkable ending to a story that’d already blurred the line between history and mythology.

Let’s sort through John Johnston’s life—the Liver-Eating legend—and the evidence to see what’s fact, what’s folklore, and why the difference still matters.

Setting the Stage — America’s Violent and Unforgiving Western Frontier

To understand how a man like John Johnston could become larger than life, you have to understand the world he lived in. He came of age while the American frontier was pushing steadily westward through country that was remote, dangerous, lightly governed, and often bitterly contested. The Rocky Mountain West of the mid-1800s was a hard place where distance mattered, law was thin, communication was slow, and survival depended heavily on judgment, toughness, and knowing how to get by with very little.

This was the world of trappers, hunters, scouts, prospectors, freight haulers, soldiers, traders, and men willing to take work wherever they could find it. The romantic image of the mountain man is a solitary figure in buckskins living off the land, but the reality was usually more complicated. Most weren’t philosophers wandering through pristine wilderness. They were working people making a living from fur, meat, timber, mining, military contracts, transportation, and trade.

Violence was never far away. Settlers and prospectors were pushing into territories already occupied by Indigenous nations, the United States government was expanding military control, and conflicts over land, hunting grounds, trade, and sovereignty were common. Soldiers fought Indigenous groups, Indigenous warriors resisted intrusion, and civilians often found themselves caught in the middle. Add alcohol, gambling, personal feuds, dangerous travel, poor medical care, and almost no immediate law enforcement in many places, and it’s easy to see why reputations could become as important as weapons.

That brings us directly to Johnston. On the frontier, a frightening reputation could be useful, and stories travelled faster than facts. A tale told around a campfire could be repeated at a trading post, embellished in a saloon, printed in a newspaper, and eventually accepted as truth by people who had no way to check it. The frontier didn’t just shape the man; it helped create the myth.

John Johnston — The Real Man Behind the Name

Strip away the liver-eating stories and there’s still a fascinating man underneath them. John Johnston appears to have been born John Garrison in New Jersey around 1824, although the details of his early life are murky and some of what later got written about him is difficult to verify. He seems to have served in the U.S. Navy around the time of the Mexican-American War and later adopted the name Johnston, possibly after getting into trouble during his naval service. Even here, the documentary trail is thinner than the legend would have you believe.

What becomes much more certain is Johnston’s later life in the West. During the Civil War he served with the 2nd Colorado Cavalry, and in later years he worked as a civilian scout during military campaigns on the Plains. He made his living the way a lot of frontier men did, moving from one job to another as circumstances changed. Hunting, trapping, guiding, trading, wood cutting, prospecting, and scouting all appear in accounts of his working life, and none of those occupations would’ve been easy or particularly safe.

Johnston also seems to have been physically imposing and genuinely tough, which no doubt helped build the reputation that grew around him. He knew the country, understood frontier survival, had military experience, and had spent years around people who lived close to violence. But one of the more interesting parts of his story is that he eventually moved toward law enforcement rather than away from it. Johnston served in Montana communities including Coulson, later Billings, and Red Lodge, where he became a constable and local lawman.

The documented Johnston was already a complex character without turning him into a cannibalistic avenger. He was a sailor, soldier, scout, hunter, trader, labourer, and lawman who survived decades in one of the toughest environments in North America. The real question isn’t whether John Johnston was a hard man; he almost certainly was. The question is how that hard man became Liver-Eating Johnson, and that takes us straight into one of the most enduring legends of the American West.

Who was Liver-Eating Johnson? John “Liver-Eating” Johnston was a nineteenth-century American frontiersman, soldier, scout, hunter, trader, and Montana lawman who became famous for stories claiming he killed Crow warriors and ate their livers. The historical Johnston was a real and formidable frontier figure, but much of the cannibal-avenger reputation came from oral folklore, newspaper exaggeration, later books, and Hollywood rather than solid contemporary evidence.

The Legend — Murdered Wife, Crow Warriors, and a Twenty-Year Vendetta

This is where John Johnston’s story leaves the historical trail and heads straight into frontier legend. The best-known version says Johnston married a young Flathead woman sometime in the 1840s and built a cabin for them in the northern Rockies. While he was away, Crow warriors supposedly attacked the cabin and murdered his wife, who was said to be pregnant. Johnston returned, found what had happened, and set out on a personal war of revenge that would supposedly last for the next twenty years.

According to the legend, Johnston didn’t simply kill Crow warriors whenever he encountered them. He hunted them deliberately, sometimes travelling enormous distances through the mountains to find his next victim. After killing a Crow, he was said to cut out the liver and eat part of it, turning revenge into a particularly gruesome calling card. Depending on which version you read, Johnston eventually killed dozens of Crow warriors, while some later accounts pushed the number well into the hundreds.

The stories didn’t stop there. In one famous tale, Johnston was captured by Blackfeet warriors, stripped, tied up, and left under guard while his captors supposedly planned to sell him to the Crow. Johnston escaped by overpowering and killing the guard, then allegedly cut off one of the dead man’s legs and carried it with him as food while travelling through the wilderness. It’s exactly the sort of story that made Liver-Eating Johnson a frontier legend: brutal, outrageous, almost superhuman, and just believable enough in that time and place to keep being repeated.

Taken together, it’s a tremendous story. There’s a murdered wife, an oath of vengeance, years of wilderness pursuit, scores of dead enemies, cannibalism, capture, escape, and eventually even reconciliation with the Crow. It has everything a Western legend needs, and that’s probably why it survived so well. But surviving as a story and surviving as historical evidence are two very different things, and once researchers began checking the legend against dates, records, and contemporary accounts, serious cracks started showing.

Pressure Testing Liver-Eating Johnson — What’s Fact and What’s Folklore?

Once you start pressure testing the Liver-Eating Johnson story, the legend begins separating from the man. There’s solid evidence that John Johnston existed, served in the military, worked as a scout, lived for years on the western frontier, and later became a Montana lawman. There’s also little reason to doubt that he was physically tough, experienced around violence, and capable of looking after himself in hard country. What gets shaky is everything that turns him from a rough frontiersman into an almost supernatural avenger.

The murdered Flathead wife is the biggest problem. It’s the emotional engine of the entire Crow-killing story, yet there’s no strong contemporary documentation proving that the woman existed, that she was murdered by Crow warriors, or that Johnston launched a twenty-year revenge campaign because of it. The chronology is troublesome as well, because parts of Johnston’s known military history don’t sit comfortably with some of the dates later attached to the vendetta. Once that central event becomes uncertain, everything built on top of it deserves a harder look.

The same goes for the liver eating. There’s no reliable evidence that Johnston routinely cut the livers from dead Crow warriors and ate them. A much less dramatic explanation is that the nickname grew from a single violent incident in which liver tissue ended up on Johnston’s knife and he either pretended to eat it or played along with the story afterward. That version makes sense when you consider the value of reputation on the frontier. If people believed Johnston ate the livers of men who crossed him, he probably wasn’t in any hurry to correct them.

The wild escape stories are even harder to verify. Tales of Johnston killing a guard, cutting off a leg, and carrying it for food read like classic frontier folklore, and similar stories were attached to other notorious western characters. That doesn’t mean Johnston was harmless or that he never killed anybody; it means we have to separate what’s documented from what’s entertaining. The evidence supports a hard, dangerous man when circumstances called for it, but not the full-blown cannibal warrior of legend.

How a Frontier Story Became Jeremiah Johnson

Johnston’s legend didn’t suddenly appear after he died. He seems to have helped build it while he was still alive, and that wasn’t unusual in the nineteenth-century West. A hard reputation could be useful, especially where there wasn’t much law around and people often had to rely on what they’d heard about somebody. If a story made Johnston sound tougher, meaner, or more dangerous than the next man, he doesn’t seem to have been in any hurry to set the record straight.

Newspapers helped things along. Frontier reporting could be colourful, loosely sourced, and more interested in a good yarn than in what we’d now call verification. One remarkable example came in 1878, when newspapers reported Johnston dead more than twenty years before he actually died. The premature obituary helped spread the image of him as a brutal Indian fighter and cannibal, and once those stories were in print they gained an authority that campfire talk didn’t have.

The big leap came in 1958 with Raymond Thorp and Robert Bunker’s book Crow Killer: The Saga of Liver-Eating Johnson. The book pulled together years of oral stories and presented them in a form that read like biography, complete with the murdered wife, the long Crow vendetta, and the liver-eating revenge ritual. It was a terrific story, and that was exactly the problem. Readers understandably took much of it as documented history even though large parts were rooted in folklore, recollection, and stories passed around for decades.

Then Hollywood finished the job. In 1972, Robert Redford starred in Jeremiah Johnson, a movie loosely inspired by Johnston’s legend and the mountain-man mythology that had grown around him. The historical Johnston apparently never used the name Jeremiah, but after the movie came out, Jeremiah Johnson became the identity millions recognized. That’s how mythology compounds: a man tells stories, newspapers repeat them, writers shape them into a narrative, Hollywood gives the narrative a face, and before long the legend feels more real than the man who started it.

Did Liver-Eating Johnson really eat human livers? There’s no reliable historical evidence that John Johnston routinely cut out and ate the livers of Crow warriors. The nickname may have grown from a single violent incident that Johnston later played up because a frightening reputation had value on the frontier. The famous stories of a twenty-year Crow vendetta, dozens or hundreds of killings, and ritual liver eating are best treated as folklore unless stronger contemporary evidence is found.

The Old Mountain Man Dies — Then School Kids Bring Him Back

By the late 1890s, John Johnston’s frontier years were behind him and his health was failing. Friends eventually helped get him admitted to the National Soldiers’ Home near Santa Monica, California, where old veterans could receive care. Johnston died there on January 21, 1900, at about seventy-five years old, and was buried in the veterans’ cemetery. After a life spent building one of the strangest reputations in the American West, Liver-Eating Johnson seemed to have reached the end of the trail.

More than seventy years later, a group of California schoolchildren decided that wasn’t where the story should end. Their teacher had introduced them to Johnston’s life, and the class became interested in the idea that the old mountain man ought to be buried back in the country where he’d become famous. What started as a school project grew into a real campaign, complete with letters, public attention, and enough support to convince the authorities that Johnston’s remains should be moved. It’s hard to imagine a stranger second act for a man who’d already been dead since the beginning of the century.

In 1974, Johnston was exhumed from his California grave and transported to Cody, Wyoming, where he was reburied at Old Trail Town. By then, Jeremiah Johnson had been released, and the legend had become even bigger than it had been during Johnston’s lifetime. Robert Redford, who’d played the fictionalized mountain man on screen, took part in the reburial and helped carry Johnston’s coffin. The actor who’d helped turn the legend into popular culture was now physically carrying the remains of the real man who’d inspired it.

There’s something almost too perfect about that scene. Johnston died as John Johnston, but by the time he was dug up and buried again, “Jeremiah Johnson” had become the name most people recognized, even though there’s little evidence he ever used it. Schoolchildren, historians, filmmakers, frontier stories, and Hollywood had all become part of the same biography. Johnston’s second burial didn’t just move his body from California to Wyoming; it showed how completely the legend and the man had become intertwined.

The Man Versus the Myth — Why Johnston Still Matters

John Johnston still matters because his story shows how easily a real person can disappear inside a better story. The documented man was already interesting enough: soldier, scout, hunter, trader, frontier survivor, and Montana lawman. But somewhere along the way, that wasn’t enough. Popular culture found more use for a blood-soaked avenger who hunted Crow warriors and ate their livers than for the complicated human being who actually lived.

That process tells us something about how history gets made. A strong story gets repeated, embellished, written down, and eventually people stop asking where it came from. Once the story becomes familiar, it starts carrying its own authority, especially when it fits what people already expect to hear about a certain place or time. In Johnston’s case, frontier violence, mountain-man mythology, Indigenous conflict, revenge, and survival fit together so neatly that the legend almost seemed too good not to be true.

Legends aren’t worthless. They tell us plenty about the people who created them, repeated them, and wanted to believe them. But if we want to know the real John Johnston, we’ve got to keep the man, his reputation, and the mythology in separate boxes. Once we do that, the picture gets clearer, and the real Johnston turns out to be more interesting than the cardboard cannibal the legend eventually made him.

Was the movie Jeremiah Johnson based on Liver-Eating Johnson? Robert Redford’s 1972 film Jeremiah Johnson was loosely inspired by the Liver-Eating Johnson legend, particularly the version popularized in Crow Killer: The Saga of Liver-Eating Johnson. The real man was generally known as John Johnston and apparently never used “Jeremiah.” In 1974, schoolchildren helped arrange Johnston’s reburial in Cody, Wyoming, where Redford served as a pallbearer, bringing the historical man and Hollywood legend together.

Never Let a Good Story Get in the Way of the Evidence

So was there really a Liver-Eating Johnson? Yes, there was a real John Johnston, and the nickname seems to have followed him during his lifetime. He was a genuinely tough frontier character who served, scouted, hunted, traded, enforced the law, and survived in a world where a bad decision could get you killed. What we don’t have is solid evidence that he spent twenty years hunting Crow warriors and routinely eating their livers.

That doesn’t ruin the story. It actually makes it better because now we can see how the story was built. Johnston had a reputation, he probably helped feed it, newspapers amplified it, writers shaped it, and Hollywood gave it a face. By the time Robert Redford carried Johnston’s coffin in 1974, the legend and the man had become almost impossible to separate.

For me, that’s the real takeaway. Good investigators, historians, and readers have to resist falling in love with the story before the evidence is finished speaking. A theory can be compelling, colourful, and emotionally satisfying and still be wrong. Johnston’s life is a reminder that facts should build the story, not the other way around.

And the funny thing is, once you strip away the murdered wife, the twenty-year vendetta, the hundreds of dead Crow warriors, and the human-liver buffet, you’re still left with one hell of an interesting man. John Johnston didn’t need the mythology. We did that part ourselves.