The best thing about passing the age of 30 is that you stop worrying. The realisation comes that you're never going to be a supermodel or international rock superstar, you're not going to be a multimillionaire by the time you're 30, or the CEO of your own multinational company. You stop expecting too much of yourself and start enjoying what you do have instead. Friends and family become more important than making it big in the world. The day-to-day enjoyments and harrassments of life take over from the Big Picture stuff.
Life gets to be more fun, especially when you learn that what you think of yourself is far more important than what other people think of you. You can wear what you want, rather than worry about the latest fashion. You can take pleasure in food and drink, rather than be seen to be eating the latest fad-cuisine. You can listen to music you enjoy, rather than trying to convince yourself that the latest trend or band is brilliant must-listen-to music.
People who fail to make this tranformation are dangerous, in my opinion, and should be hunted down with dogs and shot.
Rik, contentedly 41 years old.
"I was washing outside in the yard..." : poem by Osip Mandelstam (1921)
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A poem by Osip Mandelstam, written in 1921. Russian original, recited (*ochin,
ochin* amateurishly) by me.
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