Indeed nine out of 10 people probably won't. As they say, though, who dares wins. To the intrepid go the spoils.
Apart from experience, which I have in spades (tinker, teacher, journalist, scout, travel guide, police provocateur, spy), you'd be surprised I also have youth on my side. Indeed, my age might be in the fuddy-duddy 40s but I live life in my late 20s and early 30s. Ever heard of the Fountain of Youth? No, not that one of Prester John, Juan Ponce de León or even Captain Jack Sparrow, but rather the allegorical fountain in Nathaniel Hawthorne's "Dr. Heidegger's Experiment" - youth, thanks not just to positive thinking but positive living.
Hmmm, fair enough.
Quisnam sum ego? Born on the same day as Karl Marx and Søren Kierkegaard, I am - to borrow Anne Frank - a bundle of contradictions: adventurous yet domesticated, easy-going and passionate, chatty yet a good listener, respectful and irreverent, God-fearing yet skeptical, idealistic and old-fashioned, optimistic yet cautious, lively and stoic, flexible yet uncompromising, inquisitive yet oddly incurious.
People hold me in thrall, stimulating exchanges of lofty or practical ideas and insights inspired by Noam Chomsky, Slavoj Žižek, Edward Saïd and Benedict Anderson with those who care, dare or both in any of my eight tongues.
Night owl, bookworm, chameleon, crane, cat and walrus all call me kin. Causes swim inside me like fishes in the deep blue sea of lovely pearl-string islands I call home.
This mélange makes me, if the mood catches, a Gauguinesque child of the tropics, a wondering nomad like Waugh, deconstructed intellectual with Sartrean leanings, uppercase Romantic in the best Pushkin tradition and glass-half-full fellow in Mandela mold.