The Art of Selective Peacekeeping. Less People, More Peace: The 40s Upgrade!

There’s something magical (and slightly savage) about crossing over to your 40s. It’s like the universe hands you an invisible magnifying glass and suddenly—you can read people like subtitles on Netflix. Their intentions, their drama, their hidden agendas… all decoded in seconds. The funny thing is, you don’t even care enough to confront them anymore. You just smile, sip your coffee, and quietly hit the unsubscribe button in your head.

 

👀 The People-Reading Superpower: Before the age of 40, I used to second-guess myself. “Maybe they didn’t mean it that way.” “Maybe I’m being too sensitive.” By 40, there’s no maybe. It’s a straight-up “Nope, I know exactly what that was, and I want no part of it.” Your gut becomes your best friend, and your tolerance for nonsense shrinks faster than your metabolism. You learn to detect red flags not in hindsight, but in real time—and trust me, that’s a skill more valuable than any degree.

🧘 Peace > Everything Else: At 25, I thought success meant hustling till 2 a.m., replying to every message, and attending every social gathering like my presence would save humanity. At 40, success looks a lot like saying “No thanks, I’ll be in bed by 10.” Peace has become the new luxury brand, and guess what? It actually suits me better than any brand ever did. You no longer have the patience to chase validation. Likes, followers, fake compliments—none of it pays your therapy bills. Silence, solitude, and a cup of coffee in your balcony? Now that’s wealth.

 

😏 Sarcasm, Served Fresh: The irony is that people who used to drain you still try. They throw shade, stir pots, and expect you to dance. But by 40, your sarcasm game is so strong, you don’t even argue—you just serve a smile that says, “Sweetheart, I survived dial-up internet. Your drama is nothing. “Sometimes I even reply with the universal weapon: a polite nod. Because nothing confuses drama-lovers more than not giving them the energy they crave. It’s the adult version of ghosting—delivered with class.

 

🤹 The Art of Avoidance: Selective avoidance becomes a lifestyle. Gossip? Avoided. Fake friendships? Muted. Office politics? Declined faster than a spam call. Family drama? Dodged like a cricket ball in society cricket. You’re not running away—you’re curating your peace playlist, and honestly, it’s a hit. And let’s be real—avoiding people you secretly don’t like is the best cardio. One quick U-turn at the mall and boom, 200 calories gone.

 

🎉Here’s the plot twist: people call it being “cold” or “distant.” I call it “quality control.” Turning 40 isn’t about losing energy; it’s about not wasting it. And the peace you gain? Priceless. So if you see me avoiding drama with the agility of a ninja, don’t be offended. Just know—it’s not you, it’s my 40-year-old peace policy. 😉Because at this stage of life, my mantra is simple: If it costs me my peace, it’s too expensive.

Rab Rakha!!!!!