‘Age is just a number.’ How many times have I heard people say that? And do you know what they all have in common? They are either approaching 30s, crossed 30s, approaching 40s, crossed 40s.. so on and so forth. At 33, I feel changes in my body with every passing year. If earlier I could chug 3 bottles of beer and still go to work, today I drink one and spend the next day nursing a headache. If before I could breathe easy at a high altitude, today I feel the effects of AMS the moment I enter thin air. So no, age is not a number, it is a reality. The one we live every day. The one we deny every day, holding on to the dregs of youth like dear life. But is that to say that I regret where I am? Absolutely not! I have thoroughly enjoyed the process.
I loved the delusional me in my 20s when I believed that love is real and friends are truly forever. I fondly look back at all the arguments I had at home before leaving for a night out and my parents’ tantrums after I came back home. I cannot complain about the times I said I have a sleepover at my friend’s place when we were chilling at a resort at least 3 states away! Yes, that was all a part of growing up and I have fully relished it.
If 20s were a breeze, 30s have been brutal and I am not even half way there! Just 4 more years remaining until I can call myself a millennial. But the wisdom I have earned and the self-confidence I have gained, the sixth sense of sniffing out people and the trust in karma, the love for travel and determining the purpose of my life, the liberal thinking and openmindedness, they are all leveling me up in the game we call life. So no, age is not a number. It is a reality. Stop trying to manipulate the time, because you cant; and start enjoying the process, because you can.