It's official. It's been in the air for a few weeks now, but it's been official since six this morning. I'm twenty-nine years old. Today I'm supposed to write you a post full of wisdom and perspective about my past, but I'm not gonna do that. Because if you do that, you haven't understood what wisdom is. Aristotle said: "All I know, is that I know nothing" and I agree with that, so I'm not going to tell you that I understood everything. Each year I do that and the year after, I keep saying how dumb I was the year before.
Growing older doesn't have much meaning, unless maybe that your body starts breaking down and in that regards, being twenty-nine years old is nothing to be freaked out about. Wisdom comes from experience and in different models, like cars. There's no master key knowledge. There are twenty years old that grew up in the system, ran into some bad friends and they let everything go at eighteen to start traveling. I lived for a decade more than those people, but they experienced far more than me. Those guys exist and I'm sure they could teach me a thing or two.
Bottom line, I got this killer Kindle (gift from my killer girlfriend) and now I'll be able to read eBooks without feeling the hole PDF files burned in my eyeballs. First stop is the new ANS novel, but I have an impressive backlog of things to read. That's awesome. The day off I took tomorrow to write and play UNCHARTED 3 also is. Growing older starts sucking when you turn twenty-five, because that's when you start realizing your body isn't an invulnerable tank, but as long as you keep your soul lean and mean, the body is just its instrument.
There is still hopefully a lot more to live than what I already did, so ultimately, that's the most awesome thing about turning twenty-nine. I'm a young, healthy and wisdom-less buck.*
Still.
Nothing has really changed from last year. I might be a little smarter, but not much and it's a good thing.
* I don't full believe that, but you know. It's by saying it often...