30 Years On Earth

My takeaway.

30 long years.

Blood, sweat.

No tears.

Considered a vet now. At this stage it’s strange how.

Loss.

You lose time and you lose people. It’s funny because later you don’t mind and it’s all see through.

Men who you used to call your brothers in arms, will abandon you in your darkest moments no ifs, no qualms.

Speaking day by day in your GC’s.

They will cut you off in instant, ‘fuck you, it’s just me’.

Yes, I make it sound all bad and critical. From your knees, to your pees life can all but finish you.

However.

It’s not all doom and gloom. Many perks to getting older one who can assume.

Each day will replenish you.

You learn to let go.

Strangers words lose effect.

The belief it just grows.

Your North Star, your compass, your guiding light. All consuming, your thoughts, literally every night.

Matters of ego are lifelong and timeless. Not caring for right or wrong or what you’re aligned with.

Be wary of this affliction, unchecked it’s an addiction. This will have you chasing more clout on socials and LinkedIn.

I grew up believing ‘what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger’, it’s bullshit because I’ll outlive it as I’m just here longer.

Not all demons are to be faced, not all burdens carried. Simple words to live by for a life well varied.

Get old.

Thirty.

Be Super