The birthday is that day of the year when you add a year, draw a line and count your moments. Because life is all about moments. Happy moments, sad moments, successful moments, emotional moments, moments when you’re low, moments when you’re high.
Apparently is also a very big deal when you change the “prefix”. It’s a milestone of some sorts.
Many people measure life in achievements at a certain age. I believe that to be wrong. That does not equal happiness. Having reached some predefined goals set out by society, parents, greed, entourage, does not equal happiness.
That’s why I am counting moments. Happiness is in moments. And I have plenty of those.
But I am not talking about them now. I am talking about how we measure our lives so wrongly. How we are so scared of adding another year on the number. Why do we do that to ourselves?
Life passes by so fast. I am noticing this a lot more since David came into our lives. He grows so fast and realisation that times passes and it’s not coming back gets quite painful. Why would anyone choose to spend moments being angry and bitter and missing out on all the fun?
I have tried so much to get things more organized, hoping I can get to do more work. And then I end up spending an hour with my husband and my son, just playing, ignoring the dishes, or other chores. And at the end of the day, I recall those moments, not all the things I had to do and didn’t manage to finish. I am lucky enough to be able to stay at home with my kid, to watch him grow, and guide him and teach him about the world. This is an immense privilege and I can only imagine how painful it must be for all the parents that don’t have this opportunity.
Of course it’s not all fun and games. There are moments really hard. And I mean reeaally hard. But that’s life, right? Moments. Moments that don’t come back and you don’t get a replay, you don’t get to make it go away and start over. If you screw up, you screw up. If you have fun, you have fun. By being selective with your moments and how you want them to be, you can control your happiness. Choose to focus on the positive, instead of the negative. Choose to be the joy in your life. It’s your life!
People say that when you’re 30 you’re smarter. I don’t think it’s about being smart. I believe it’s all about accepting that all people are different, accepting that you don’t know everything, accepting that you are not the center of the universe, but you are the center of your life, and your life is as good as you make it. Don’t wrongfully assume that just because you have an age, you are entitled to give advice and your advice is not the ultimate solution to other people’s problems or lives.
I always said age is just a number. But in my country there’s a saying: “if you don’t have an elder, buy one”. We’ve lived in this culture where the elders are the wisest. Regardless of your life experience, your age, your anything, if a person is over 10 years ahead (sometimes even less), they are wiser, and you should listen to that person. This is something I don’t agree with.
So I am saying it again: age is just a number. It just shows you have that many moments to count.
I feel like I’ve wandered off from the subject. My mind does that all the time. Why should it stop now?
Yesterday was my birthday and I am now 30 years old. It sometimes feels a bit surreal. It was like yesterday I was in highschool, trying to figure out my path. And I am now full grown woman, with a husband and a child. Being raised in the “parents always know best because they’ve been your age, you haven’t been their age” spirit, I had this wrong perception that some knowledge comes with age. Being now at that age, I realise we’re just winging it, trying to have fun, stay sane, and do the best of everything. No one knows the secrets, no one knows what to do all the time, we just do the best we can. And it’s fine. It’s human.
Wandering off again…
And Happy Thirty to everyone being thirty!
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