I'm getting old, or finally growing up. When I was young I would have been, 'Hell ya, that's rad! And if something goes wrong, (and it only has to go wrong once) well, live fast, die young, better to burn out than fade away...' blah, blah, blah.
One of the peculiarities of the species, and our sport in particular, is that those with the most to lose take the most insane risks. It would make (more, this is relative) sense for me to solo Promenade or take off solo alpine up the Shining Wall than for some 20 something. I've performed my evolutionary function (procreated), so I'm dispensable. If I crash, what have I lost? 20-30 years, half of them in a wheelchair with an oxygen tube? So what? Weigh that against what a twenty something has to lose.
What really disturbs me is the ghoulish way North Face or 60 Minutes follows Honnold around documenting these things, for their own profit more than his, when you know at some point what they will capture is him cratering. The only serial soloist I've ever felt confident would always come back is Croft, who was always in control, and in cracks. And the record seems to bear this out.