Coming to Terms With Turning 30
Notes on passing time.
“It will never end”.
These were my first thoughts when I entered first grade (I was six) as I contemplated the six years ahead at school.
One year seemed like such a long period of time that I thought it would last forever.
Content with the idea, I relaxed into my student role and accepted the bargain life had given me: do well at school, and let your parents take care of the rest.
For eternity.
I was painfully made aware of the reality of time when I stood one morning in the rain, waiting for the first day at secondary school.
My world had rocked over.
I was slowly but surely leaving childhood to enter teenagehood and all the problems that came along.
Puberty, girlfriends (or lack thereof), drugs, parties, responsibilities.
I was disappointed.
I didn’t want any of it. It didn’t amuse me and I didn’t see the point.
I was happy as a boy. Why couldn’t I remain one?
I went through teenagehood refusing to partake in its decadence to emerge at 19, relieved.
