29 years old. What an intimidating number. I am one year short of being 30.
I feel somewhat at peace. Whatever brought me here I cannot enumerate. But I'm thankful that I exist and that the world has recognized my existence even for a day like today.
It feels like I am at the end of the lap. And this third lap is where the magic happens. I am a candidate to finishing the race and if I'm lucky, I am also a candidate to winning. And that possibility, that blind pursuit of what's ahead, is the exciting part. Not because I have what it takes to get ahead, with 2 laps of knowledge backing me up, but the new knowledge waiting for me on this one. I have so many to learn, so many to discover, and so many yet to experience. But above all, I have so many food and delicacies yet to taste. And they all await me in this lap.
I am excited. I feel like I am rising from the depths of the ocean floor. My 20's taught me how to maneuver underwater. And when the world sinks again, I'll be fine. But it's time for me to walk above ground. After all, men are meant to walk on land.
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