Surely each of us was admired by adults in childhood: "Wow, you can count to twenty", "Read a whole page, well done", "Wrote a poem, talented"
Interestingly, with age the questions remain the same, only expectations from answers are different.
If before "How far can you count?" was a question about knowledge, today - about endurance.
A child who managed to read a page of text - well done. An adult who managed to read a page of text, usually read "only" a page of text.
A schoolkid who wrote a poem - tried hard. An adult who wrote one poem - most likely, a strange guy trying to look young.
In childhood talent matters. For an adult discipline matters.
It's hard to process this in your head. Seems like "I can lift 100kg" is still sexier than "I've lifted 20kg for a hundred days straight".
Very hard to realize that "this year I slept with a hundred people" - super achievement at twenty, but super failure at thirty.
Hard, but pleasant to be proud that yesterday I again walked 8 thousand steps at a not-too-fast pace, just like a month ago.
Especially pleasant to realize: "Ten years ago I wrote article about monthly expenses, and today I also tracked expenses and wrote an article".
Interesting emotion, unavailable to a young person. Recommend it.