Twenty-Something...

It's all coming to an end. I'm not really thinking about it, nor bothered by it. It's not like having my age tick along makes me an older person... well it does, physically. However, the concept of age has kinda lost it's meaning on me.

If you're learning, growing and doing something new and interesting pretty much by the day, is that not the opposite of aging? Have you not noticed it is those who are merely existing, who are not doing anything with their lives mainly the ones who are worried about their age? Because if you let time slip, that's when you're setting yourself up for regret. And when you do the opposite, what's there to fret?

Three decades? Been a wild ride. Loved the scenery and God, thanks for getting hold of me halfway through. Here we go, if there's more moons to come.