Woke up this morning, realizing I was now thirty… and that there’s nothing I could do about it.
Having spent just over six years in Buffalo, birthdays flew by and I never took notice. Being there felt like being in a capsule, where time was irrelevant and you were somehow safe from the world. Now as I turn much older and temporarily residing in a super-dense city (Singapore), I’ve only started to realize how much time has flown by.
If my six months stay in Singapore has taught me anything, it’s that for everyone I’ve met, age makes no difference to them. MrBrown is much older than me, and when I visited his office filled with collectible toys and video games, I asked him if he was living his second childhood. He thought “yes” at first, then he said he never really grew up. Ironically, Ming of Nuffnang (Singapore) is only 24, and while he looks older, I wonder if corporations know to take his blog advertising business seriously. Last night at the iX conference dinner party (i.e. Chillout 2.0), most of the eligible geek ladies I knew were younger than me, yet it’d be hard pressed for anyone to guess if all they saw were their blogs.
Relating to this, I understand that more of my peers are quitting their day jobs to pursue their dream of building a startup. For aspiring web 2.0 folks out there… “Don’t think too much. Shoot first, Ask questions later”. Be it work or love life, I find that the typical Singaporean over-analyzes things. Play is becoming a rare commodity from our everyday lives… joys are often discovered by accident, something you’d never find by standing on the sidelines pondering.
At thirty, I’m definitely still playing. Or haven’t you noticed?
Update: The Rambling Librarian composes an Enya-like song for me called “Happiness Is“.