The aging ‘playa‘ just locks in to charming the next lady.
He doesn’t stop to reflect on the loneliness.
He just defaults to what he’s good at.
He can’t see the wood for the trees.
He sees a nail and he is the hammer.
He could stop and ask:
Is this the right nail for me?
Maybe I don’t want to be a hammer anymore?
If he could align his skill and direction then he might just find happiness.
But right now, he’s a kid in a candy shop, unknowingly eating his way to death.
Thomas Duggan 