When Steve Jobs passed away in 2011 at the age of 56; one could consider his childhood and his early adult years were not so great. His first run at Apple Computer was troubling, so was NeXT, then a near death experience (business wise) with Pixar.

When Apple acquired NeXT in 1997, and sequentially Steve Jobs backdooring himself into the C-suite once again; it was really roughly 12 years he had probably best years of his life; since the cancer predates to aprox 2009.

For me, the “12 years” was probably at the start of my life. When all hell broke in late 1999, just months before my 13th, one could say that even with an asterisk attached to it, I don’t see any significant hope in any recovery back to what was “normal” back then, since I am not a kid anymore and my life has progressively gotten worse since the pandemic and now in mid 2022, a pending recession and the political blame-game I was kinda prepping for as far back as 2019, being a guy who used to follow the markets tick-by-tick.

I guess it’s safe to say, my lifecycle is inverted from what Steve Jobs had. Which really makes things pretty sad when you think about it.