When you have your window, you just have it; choose to take it or don’t. 

Yes so the whole escapade might be borne out of a desperate and somewhat unjustified need to regain anonymity, to disconnect from the confusion you leave behind each time you do it, or for that delicious and palpable serenity that being groundless gives.

When you have facilitated the burgeoning of your children and the deaths of your parents, when competition and angst and fantasies are seeming dull, when you have done analysing your failings down to the atomic structure, maybe it is simply a good time to go.