I’m Bound For 30, And My Days Shall Soon Be Gone

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008
by George Appiah

Exactly when I’ll turn 30, I may never know. But going by my “official” date of birth, I’m about 20 or so little moons shy of this critical point in life. What’s really special about the age 30 anyway?

I really don’t know. And that’s got me thinking — a lot. Sometimes even worrying.

Like the “Teddy Bear” (Teddy Pendergrass), I’ve never missed a thing throughout this twenty-something fine years I’ve spent on this little planet. The good, the bad, the very ugly — I’ve seen it all. I’ve lost some, but I’ve won even more.

I’ve seen love come knocking at my door so many times– and so many times I’ve been too deeply stuck in my own little world to get up and turn the door.

That I’ve drifted away from the yellow brick road in recent times needs no mention. It continues to amaze me how a simple “conforming gimmick” quickly took a whole new life all by itself.

But now that I’m 100% convinced that no girl really wants me, it’s time to start living for the one single person who really matters to me: which is me (despite what I might have made you girls to believe).

Ironically though, the more I close up this little life of mine and really live for myself, the more I genuinely find myself seeking the interest of others. The fewer — but deeper — the relationships I build. All the long and loose talk obviously give so much instant gratification, but never help anyone grow.

30 is beckoning, though I may never know when it exactly arrives. Time to move on. Time to stop worrying and start living.

[Below is Teddy Pendergrass singing "In My Time" (1984) ]