I have to confess – I turned 30 last Saturday. I’ve been somewhat nervous about six months ago – anticipating a huge meltdown of “OMG! It’s 30! How? Why?!!”. But then I just didn’t care. I mean the whole time measuring thing was made up by people to begin with. People love putting everything in a certain order, accounting for things. Time was no exception. So why would I freak out about something that does not really exist?
Also, it’s not the question of “how long” you’ve been around. It’s a question of “how you’ve spent it”. I personally believe that I did my best at enjoying myself and developing to become a better person. It’s still a work in progress and the time I’ll be able to say it’s done won’t ever come. The moment you stop learning you start degrading. I hope this never happens to me.