It was only like yesterday when I was dreading turning 25, singing the 4 Non-Blondes’ “What’s Up” in my head like crazy, thinking it was already my mid –life crisis, of course it was. At 25, you gotta know where you stand and where you’re headed, back then, I was a fleet hanging in the balance.
Five short years after, I’m not quite sure what I was wallowing about, sure as hell feels the same now. What I was pondering about and where it brought me is unclear, all I remember was that at 25, I gotta stop shuttling from one place to another. Where I landed, I can never be sure if it was my intended destination or just a stopover that afforded me dry land to walk upon as I continue to uncover and ignite my senses of the things I mean to, meant to and will do.
I’d like to think that being 25 was a turning point, a prelude to an upgrade, it has taken me a little while to admit it, but ME Version 3.0 does not feel so bad at after all.
Albeit the occasional rumblings over a gray strand appearing out of nowhere, 30 is the new 20. The irony of it all is only in the fact that people’s perception of 30 when they were lads and lasses evoke too much expectation. Our generation admittedly took a backseat, taking in life slowly as it comes. We choose to live day to day, we are programmed to savor every inch of youth life, we do not live and take life like clockwork. Yet it’s not to say that we’ve not grown up and strive to be better creatures of the earth and better citizens of the world, we just breathe in life as best as we can live it. That’s ME version 3.0, no fear, no worry.
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