I turned 30 this month.
I used to think 30 was old. At that age, I thought, one should have everything figured out. When I got out of bed on my 30th birthday, I half-expected a switch to turn on and flick life to serious mode. But no, it’s still the same old me, still figuring things out.
There are two types of games we encounter in life.
Type 1 has the rules laid out. The variables are known. You chase a score. Your goal is clear. You put in your ten thousand hours until you achieve mastery. These are also the most competitive games because everyone…