I am at my early 30s. Some people say I am old, some will say I am still young. I think all depends on how you see it. As far as I am concerned, my life has been colourful enough. I have seen and experienced many different kinds of things (still many things to go, though). However I feel that I still lack of something (if I can’t say many). I am not talking about relationship or stuff like that (there’s always time to talk about it with my goodie-goodie friends). It’s more about skills and more exciting things that could make myself feel: Wow, I’ve done it. You know what I mean? I even lost for vocabularies how to describe it best.
Hear about what some of my friends have done or able to do. One of my friends has travelled along the coasts of Norway from North to South with his bike at his early 20, then did another bike tour throughout New Zealand that was even sponsored by a bike company. Yet to mention that he likes fishing, photography, able to cook, able to do canoeing, played viola for 10 years when young – ah yeah, it’s many enough, no? And he is not even 30!
There are more friends, who are good at knitting, playing music instruments, speaking 2 foreign languages, snowboarding and baking cakes. And they are only bloody 20! Sorry for my language. I think I have the rights in this world to feel envious, don’t you think? (justification seeking). Do you think I am not a happy person now that I sound so sad and probably a little bit insecure? On the contrary, I am happy where and how I am now. I try not to regret the last 32 years of my life. I may regret some part of it. A small part. I think our past has shaped us into the person we are now, don’t you agree?
I’d better use the envy as the tool to encourage myself to develop more skills and abilities in me.
I like writing. I might write books at some point in my life.
I like food. I might own a restaurant or cafe or both in the future.
I like BMW X5. It surely encourages me to learn to drive.
I like music. Playing some music instrument would be a cool idea.
As the story I told a friend a few days ago, about how bad I was at maths when I was at senior high school. When the marks range 1-10, where 10 is the top, I got 2. Blah. But for the final exam, I managed to get 8. So, there are some possibilities. It might have been because the level difficulties of my school differed from national standard. Or it could be that because I was to lazy to learn in the beginning, then I was more confident and learned more. If it was the second possibility, the keyword is that the willing to learn, and learn hard. Well, don’t ask me about chemistry. Okay, enough about my weakness.
Yesterday I learned something new. I learned how to row a boat. It may seem easy. In fact, it wasn’t. But I could do it. Yes, the boat was moving. Yes, into the direction I wanted it. I’ve got to learn more, though. Yes, I am still weak at keeping both oars at the same strengths. And hey! I am starting to grow some muscle now ahahaha…
Well, as the saying goes: There is a will, there is a way.
As the night is still young, so am I 🙂
I would like to thank everyone who read this writing, and I personally dedicate this writing to Matthias, Florian, Vera, Jakob, and Nicolas