There’s a moment in the lives of many men, often somewhere between 45 and 60,  when the maps run out. The success you once chased feels hollow, the roles you’ve played seem ill-fitting, and the horizon that once stretched endlessly now whispers of limits, not boundlessness.

David Whyte, in his book Midlife and the Great Unknown, doesn’t offer tidy answers or ten-step programs. Instead, he invites us into the fertile discomfort of unknowing. “The only way to find the path is to walk it,” he suggests, with the voice of a poet and the grit of someone who’s walked it himself.

Crisis represents both danger and opportunity

Whyte argues that midlife is not a crisis but a passage, a frontier where old identities dissolve and new, more authentic selves emerge. It’s the time when a man is asked, not by the world but by his own soul, to stop performing and start listening. The rewards? A richer, more meaningful life. The cost? Letting go of certainty.

This is deeply relevant for men in Australia, where the cultural blueprint for masculinity still leans heavily on stoicism, productivity, and control. From the boardroom to the barbie, men are taught to soldier on, to hold it together. But midlife refuses to be muscled through. It asks for a different kind of courage: the courage to surrender.

Everything is going to be alright

In this space of unravelling, Whyte’s poetic reflections meet beautifully with Derek Mahon’s quietly powerful poem, Everything is Going to be All Right. Mahon writes:

There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The sun rises in spite of everything…
Everything is going to be all right.

These lines offer no easy comfort, but something better: a deep, lived assurance. Yes, life is finite. Yes, you’ve made mistakes, missed chances, and fallen short. But also: the kettle still boils. The sea still sparkles. You are still here. And all is not lost.

In Whyte’s view, midlife is the point at which we’re invited to shed borrowed ambitions and begin again, this time aligned with what truly calls us, not just what impresses others. It may mean stepping away from roles you’ve mastered, into uncertainty. It may mean returning to passions left dormant or learning to be present in your relationships in a way you never were before.

The sense of an ending (and a new beginning)

For the Australian man, who might’ve been raised on bush stoicism, hard yakka, and a quiet beer over introspection, this can feel confronting. But it’s also liberating. You don’t have to have it all figured out. You just have to be willing to stand still, to listen, to be changed. Because midlife isn’t the beginning of the end. It’s the beginning of becoming real.

And in the quiet that follows, perhaps with a cup of tea in hand and the surf humming nearby, Mahon’s words may return, not as consolation, but as truth: Everything is going to be all right.

Everything is Going to be All Right

How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
The sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.

Derek Mahon, from Selected Poems