So what now?

So what now?

The passage of time is weird.

When I was a kid, I always felt like things moved. so slow. Eyeballing the clock for classes to end. Dealing with rejections. Waiting to find “the right girl”? Ugh. The 2-3 years between movie announcements and released? Eternity!

But now? Class is long gone. Dating is so smooth, it’s crazy to think it was ever an issue #humblebrag

“Haven’t you and your girlfriend been together for like 12 years now?” – Nick Dambo

Sequels are popping out left and right– and it feels like Furious 7 and the first Guardians of the Galaxy came out not that long ago. Hell, even the identity crisis that hit me so hard, plus the time in Japan, feels like a lifetime ago.

Turning thirty is kind of unbelievable. Not because I feel old– and I definitely don’t think thirty is old. I mean all the celebrity crushes I got are in their 50’s now, and I don’t think they’re old.

I think the interesting thing to note are how varied the focal points have been throughout the years. School matters a bunch until it doesn’t. Finding a good job carries so much prestige until you just need work. The little things you brush off as childish can end up being the best parts of your day.

So hyped. #ADULTlife

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I think one focal point that hasn’t really faded is the fixation on success. As I get older, there’s a trap of jealousy. Not so much on the actual success of others, but on their age. When I see people like Jon Jones (same age) or B.O.B (barely younger) it throws me on a trip. And there’s plenty of success out there that keeps coming from younger and younger kids.

Sometimes I look back like, “Damn, what am I doing with my life?” I still fall prey into dwelling on my past and missed opportunities.

But I was reminded by Anna Tsui that we “die” everyday.  We can live anew everyday.

We consume everyday (input). We shit everyday (output). And oh yeah, this isn’t a foreign concept to me. I’ve discussed it myself before via fitness:

 

Sometimes I forget. And, I guess that’s part of getting older.

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