On the 29th of May 2022, the clock witnessed me on earth for approximately 946.100.000 seconds. Google told me so, I never keep track of the time. I also have lost count how many times I fell in love, had a broken heart, overjoyed, burned-out, cried, and other things I couldn’t even describe. These 10 fingers aren’t made for that.
Funnily enough, I, someone who used to quantify stuff, do not care less about my age now (except my fear of osteoporosis). Thirty is just a number, they say. Yet, this magical number is often capitalized by the so-called notorious magazine for their own goods. Open LinkedIn, and see how many times have you seen ’30 Under 30’ shown on your feed. More than my fingers, obviously.
Does it make you anxious, now? I don’t have any ill-feeling for those who are on the list, but life doesn’t end at 30. For those who read this, you don’t need to be at Mount Everest on/under your 30. Enjoy the walk, the trip, the companion, the pain, the weather, and everything under the cloud. It won’t come twice.
