Midlife Crisis?

I feel like I am sixty years old, nowhere near where I want my life to be. Nowhere near where my dreams lay.

Too much angst in me, too much noise, too much confusion, it must be the world, or its just probably me.

My age is ripe, my mind is young, my heart is broken.

I keep thinking, I am young enough to have chidren but too old enough take care of kids, yet too immature to even grow up.

I have lived my life alone for quite some time and now it just feels like I need someone to watch over and take care of me. I have been there, done that but no one seems to fit the role. Everyone is just a disappointment. But then, it must be me. But then, it can't be me because I am fine being alone. Maybe its just that I need a vacation from all of this.