My take will be brief: however old you are, if you have not dealt with your past, it is still there. All of Prince’s manic energy, his creative obsessiveness, came from somewhere. It is likely that somewhere is demons he could not expel, could not process, and could not face.
I write journal entries to this very day talking about my parents. At my age, this is ridiculous, or I would think it should seem so for many people. But the work is done when it is done. Until it is done, it is not done. This should also be obvious.
And the goal is not navel gazing, but discovering or rediscovering a richer, fuller, more vibrant life.
In my considered view, most people run the same programs in their minds for most of their lives, and never really question who else they could be, how else they could be, what is most valuable in life, or how to develop the skill of systematically building the capacity for richer experience. They work, and they get old. They learn a bit along the way, but they miss almost everything.
That is my opinion. It may be completely wrong. I am a grouch, to be sure. And I have concrete dust all over me, nearly put my eye out a couple hours ago, and managed to scar my nose tonight.
On the plus side, I found a bunch of Rod Stewart songs I had never heard.