When I was 17, I yearned my 24th year to be something extra extra special. Well a few days ago it ended and yeah there wasn't anything extraordinary about it. Except perhaps for the transition phase I’ve been going through which by the way I have written about during New Year this year. Transition phase, from-the-kiddo-to-ya-know kind of thing, I do not intend to elaborate it further here but whatever. Besides, this is, as mentioned, just a superficial version of a blog or composition or however you’d call it.
25 gives a sense of empowerment that you are in control of things within your sphere and everything that’s outlier, “I don’t know and I don’t care” (from Benjamin Graham, Buffett’s professor/mentor). Last year when I turned 24, I dubbed it as “24 is a smexi age that smells power and independence.” A year later, which is today, I don’t find the statement sounding mature. It sounds to me like a fun, flirty, clueless young woman in her 20s. Why, yes it is. My ex-boss, ex-supervisor and my brother got married in their 25. And hohoho, I am not. And I am just so glad I am not… yet. I wonder how they ever managed. We’re actually talking about people’s choices and priorities. So I would assume that there is nothing disputable or argumentative about what I've just typed. I’m only thinking, different people, different personalities, different preferences.
It just happened that as for me, I’m just starting to discover that there is actually something more beyond that astonishing horizon my eyes have seen and are seeing. It feels liberating that I’ve got freedom, the power to allocate my time and do the things I can because I can and I have time. Plain and simple, no complexities whatsoever.
And I am hinting, in 3 years or so, I’ll be changing priorities again. But definitely, I have to start to work my way up ahead now. Oh I did start already. Not too sure how it would turn out but the goal is there, clearly specified. Plan B is always there as a safety net anyways. Just in case.
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