Sometimes I forget how old I really am. I’m in my (very, if you please) early 30s, if I have to let that out. It’s funny that I’ve always felt like I’m an old soul, but when I really stop and think about what my age means, I still get baffled. I mean, it’s not like I’m thinking about retiring to go and design furniture or something, but when confronted by my not so clear future, I do feel a bit apprehensive. Don’t get me wrong, I think I’m starting to enjoy my life more than ever right now. I have stuff that keeps me busy, occupied, satisfied, and hopeful. It’s just the uncertainty of it all that gets to me sometimes. I just remind myself that nothing is certain in this world anyway. Like Miley Cyrus sings, it’s not about what’s waiting on the other side of the mountain - it’s about the climb.
you know, most times i feel old and that time has passed me by already, mostly because of the uncertainty of my future. but there are still other times that i feel young. 
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early 30s is not old… they say life begins at 40, and 50 is the new 40. so, loooooong way to go.
Posted by eks at May 27, 2010, 12:57 am