“Youth is wasted on the young”
The older you get, the more this phrase rings true.
By 29, I had been married for 9 years, and my own business had grown enough where I quit the grind of getting up and driving to work for someone else. My wife was 28 and she did the same. We both actually quit the same day. Just as the recession of 2008 was kicking off. Wonderful and scary all at once. Mostly wonderful.
Almost 15 years later, we have an amazing home and my business was thriving enough for her to be able to retire hers 6 years ago and help me out and look after our home.
My ass don’t work as good as it used to, lost a bit of hair, but Im thankful I still have most of it. Otherwise, I feel pretty damn good for 42.
People always say “time flies when you get older!” I don’t find that’s the case at all. I think it comes from most people settling into routines, and your brain discarding redundant information. You want to live a full life? Always be learning and never sink too much into a routine. For example, we both got into pinball only 2 years ago.
I have several ideas for apps that could bank me millions and maybe even billions, but I’m at a point in my life where I’m not interested in risking everything I have again, causing a huge disruption upending our lives, starting a new business, managing massive software teams, etc. simply for more money. I make enough to live comfortably. That’s all I need.
No kids, no pets, very few close friends. For some, that’s a lonely existence. For us, it’s absolute paradise. So much time is wasted by most people confirming to unquestioned expectations.
The Queen’s passing recently, with all of the silly pomp and circumstance surrounding it, illustrates exactly this point. Both of us were curious about the ridiculous spectacle, so we tuned in, and what one of the commentary people said will stick with me for the rest of my life.
“In death, we are all equal”
No. Most importantly, we are all equal in life. It’s a shame most don’t realize it until death. Lining up for miles and days to walk by a dead body in a box is some of the realest dystopian shit I’ve seen in my 42 years, but I know I’m the asshole for saying it.
Don’t do that. Don’t do shit remotely like that. Anyone who does that isn’t living for themselves, but adhering to nonsensical societal expectations that objectively make your life worse. It’s all symbolic, but live life for yourself and the ones closest to you, not dead bodies in boxes who were born into crowns.
Welcome to your 30s