Ah, how time flies. I feel like it was just yesterday that I turned 27, still feeling a little young because I was 3 years away from the big 3-0. But now, it's entirely a different story. I've only got 2 years left before I enter a new era, and I don't feel like I've done all I need and want to do, go where I want to travel, or learn the lessons to help me grow up.

There's this little panic button inside my mind, and I'm only 2 year aways from pressing it and going berserk. Maybe I'll feel better about turning 30 when I get there, maybe it isn't such a big fuss after all. Remember what they say, that age is just a number? In the literal sense it is, but it also makes the bearer of the age directly accountable for all the achievements, failures, regrets and investments one has attained in his lifetime, so far. I just don't want to turn old and look back to realize there was nothing worth remembering. I have this sickness to always excel, but I always feel that I've done nothing notable.

Geez! I hope I can be more mellow in the years to come. But, until that time comes, I'll still be the 28 year old version of me.



Post a Comment