That Big 3-0

Yeah, yeah, countless sentences have went on like this, "I am turning thirty and yet I have not amounted to anything. When I was a kid..." Blah, blah and bleh.

Those who know me, even mildly, would characterize me as an immature, irresponsible, restless, directionless, unmotivated twenty nine year old. I don't aspire much. I haven't found my passion. I still play a lot of playstation. I drift along faster than a driftwood does on a still lake. And it has never been a problem for me. Not until lately when my biological clock is fast ticking into the big 3-0.

I am turning thirty. on a brighter side of things, I still qualify into the Roman calendar. On a better note, jueteng runs until 36 and lotto goes far into 45. On a gloomy side, I can no longer claim to be mid-20s. I should probably shift my taste in women to the motherly and/or the separated. And my music taste should no longer include Callalily and the emo-shit these kids are raving about. Should I be drinking brandy? I don't think so.

Come to think of it, what's the difference between 30 and 20 or 30 and 40? They are all just numbers. Some witty guy even made famous that "Life begins at 40" quote. This I suspect is because that guy is Steve Carrell. Anyway, back to the 30 figure. Thomas Edison invented the phonograph when he was 30. Jesus turned water into wine when he was 28. Jose Rizal started writing Noli Me Tangere at age 25. Kobe Bryant won his first championship when he was 22.

We have to amount to something in thirty years of existence! I know it is great that I am a father to a wonderful daughter at this stage in my life but at this point that is more of a blessing than an accomplishment. The myth of mid life is a pressure that keeps me in my toes, as should any thirtyish white and blue collar worker who is at the foot of the corporate ladder.

If these are all inconsequential to you, good for you, but right now, it is all me. Growing up with nowhere to grow to.