I just turned thirty years old. For those who have preceded me to this point, I am honored to join your company. For those headed this way, we’ll see you soon enough. Having achieved three decades, I can honestly say it doesn’t feel right, but I’m nonetheless resigned to it. I can’t shake the feeling that I wasted too much time; either through indolence or simple carelessness. However, what’s done is done. I must now close the books on my youth.
I know that in many ways age is an arbitrary measure of little importance. But, since our lives are finite, these milestones are important measures of progress. If we were immortal we could live without responsibility, but mortality holds us to account for the preciousness of Time and lends significance to our decisions. This is true even if we live as if life has no deadline.
On the anniversary of our birth, it is good to weigh in and tally up the balance. It is also a good time to think and ask big questions of ourselves. Are we happy with our lives? Are we on our way to where we want to be? What have we learned? What do we want to become?
April fools! I forgot your birthday… sorry. Welcome to Club Old.
Thanks, homie.
My compliments on arriving in good health and mind at the 30 mark. Take from me, 80+ ,the next 30 and the next 30 are better than the first 30. Time does to good men what time does to good wine.
Hollis
Thank you, Hollis. That gives me something to look forward to.
-Chris