Today is the last day I will be able to say I am 29. There are very few instances in life when one wants time to stand still and I figure this is definitely one of them. Its surreal leaving the 20’s behind and turning old is cruel, nay excruciatingly painful. Who knew this day would one day arrive.
I was ranting about the very same thing to a friend of mine who had an interesting thing to say: 30’s are the best years of one’s life. According to him, the 20’s are when you’re discovering yourself; maybe experimenting with things, pleasant or otherwise. And a whole lot of drama naturally involved.
On the contrary, the 30’s are when you’ve accepted who you are and you finally learn to make peace with yourself. You know what you want and dont; and basically live life as per your choices and no one else’s.
This made a lot of sense to me. And if at all, what he says is true, I can stop fussing about a number that decides how old I should be because facebook says I’m mentally only 13.
Here’s to three decades well spent. I didnt want to turn 30 but looks like time had other plans!
To being thirty. And (hopefully) stopping the count at that and no, I dont mean anything drastic like dying within this year.
30 and none the wiser. And we shall live happily ever after.
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