At 29
10:03 AM
Now, I’m 29. But what more life has offered me? Or, is it the right question I should have asked? Should it not be: What have I offered to life?
Life, as all may agree, is a roller-coaster ride. Joyrides never stop but the thrills keep on haunting every time the coaster does a rising and a falling. There is always a point that one is at a low ebb when taking a new dimension in life. We may say that our twenty-ninth comes to signal our frustration on being unable to do before heading on to our thirtieth.
But what more am I questioning about life at 29?
There could have been many things I might have not asked over the turn of times. The reasons could have been unknown, but this simply goes with a personal theory that because I am aging I am also beginning to acknowledge my sense of responsibility and security. Thus, questioning myself is the last recourse about my existence.
Recalling the years I have against the things I have done could somehow be a fateless return. I am in a life of disappointment. I should have thought of comporting within my usual routine. Everybody’s life is on a center stage. But, there is always deviance from what we wanted it to be. We might have thought we had been shed that limelight astounded that we had reached the yearned boffo. We always have wanted a great exeunt beyond that booed entrance and that remains to be a pie in the sky. If it were a film, it could have been a B movie. Nevertheless, I learn to be thankful for this come-what-may life.
A recollection of what I have done in my lifelong journey is sometimes an incredulous affair to remember. The least I can have is just an account of the few accolades I had back in my years in schools. But they are nothing compared to the great achievements of many people at my age. It is awful to take note that the rate of my achievement is inversely proportional to others’. My batch-mates could have earned much as I can imagine. That contrasting scenario even leaves me an isolation to face anybody come reunion.
Life always serves as an exemplum to others. The many details of it weave the wholeness of the story. There is the flashback which always refreshes our mind from the many experiences we might mirror someday. There is the climax which keeps an eye-opening moment as we battled at it. Along our life’s sketches we also had embellishments which come as a surprise stirring our emotions and deepening our adventures’ theme. After all, there’s the denouement which holds the reason to rejoice after overcoming our fears and frustrations.
At 29, one might have thought that there are things which would call for a celebration. Maybe, there is a reason for those chosen few who are likely blest with a good family and good finances. For them they can turn early blues into colorful flamingos; therefore, everything is possible. But for an ordinary person, it takes a lifetime to become a successful individual – debt-free and spirit-free; it is never a piece of cake.
Sometimes, I dreamed of becoming a millionaire at the age of 30. But that dream seemed to put me off that at 29 I am impecunious. Lessons learned from known personalities are worth to ponder on but theirs are vintage wealth in an opportune time.
Wall Street Journal’s bestselling author Michael Masterson in his Automatic Wealth For Grads… And Anyone Else Just Starting Out suggests that one should learn how to get [things] cheaper and how to pocket a couple thousand dollars in additional revenue (from the deal). One should also go for financial independence because it frees you to live a rich, fulfilling, authentic life.
In his book A Million Bucks by 30, Alan Corey reveals his secrets. For him, one should take budgeting to the extreme. Doing extra works also subsidizes one’s income.
Dustin Woodard, a web connoisseur, tells everybody to invest early and to invest often and know Einstein’s "8th wonder of the world": the power of compounding interest.
Life is always enriching our ways of responding environmental stimuli. At 29, I may not be a year ahead of being a millionaire but I have done a million wonders to people I have met along the way. Their stories always deserve to be heard and I bite with their stories off with what I can chew. I am growing professionally and I am trying to manage financial losses. That, I am bound to make up and not mess up.
I am beginning to pose for my centerfold image; that is, I am pointing forward to doing great things. With this, I am ready to venture a life worth emulating.
Surely, there is much lesson to learn as we age. There are also many reasons to celebrate beyond hopelessness. Whether we don’t get rich at 30 or we haven’t had claimed famousness, there are still uncountable memories to live by which are never part of our roller coaster rides but are stationed within our Ferris wheel’s hooks. #
Life, as all may agree, is a roller-coaster ride. Joyrides never stop but the thrills keep on haunting every time the coaster does a rising and a falling. There is always a point that one is at a low ebb when taking a new dimension in life. We may say that our twenty-ninth comes to signal our frustration on being unable to do before heading on to our thirtieth.
But what more am I questioning about life at 29?
There could have been many things I might have not asked over the turn of times. The reasons could have been unknown, but this simply goes with a personal theory that because I am aging I am also beginning to acknowledge my sense of responsibility and security. Thus, questioning myself is the last recourse about my existence.
Recalling the years I have against the things I have done could somehow be a fateless return. I am in a life of disappointment. I should have thought of comporting within my usual routine. Everybody’s life is on a center stage. But, there is always deviance from what we wanted it to be. We might have thought we had been shed that limelight astounded that we had reached the yearned boffo. We always have wanted a great exeunt beyond that booed entrance and that remains to be a pie in the sky. If it were a film, it could have been a B movie. Nevertheless, I learn to be thankful for this come-what-may life.
A recollection of what I have done in my lifelong journey is sometimes an incredulous affair to remember. The least I can have is just an account of the few accolades I had back in my years in schools. But they are nothing compared to the great achievements of many people at my age. It is awful to take note that the rate of my achievement is inversely proportional to others’. My batch-mates could have earned much as I can imagine. That contrasting scenario even leaves me an isolation to face anybody come reunion.
Life always serves as an exemplum to others. The many details of it weave the wholeness of the story. There is the flashback which always refreshes our mind from the many experiences we might mirror someday. There is the climax which keeps an eye-opening moment as we battled at it. Along our life’s sketches we also had embellishments which come as a surprise stirring our emotions and deepening our adventures’ theme. After all, there’s the denouement which holds the reason to rejoice after overcoming our fears and frustrations.
At 29, one might have thought that there are things which would call for a celebration. Maybe, there is a reason for those chosen few who are likely blest with a good family and good finances. For them they can turn early blues into colorful flamingos; therefore, everything is possible. But for an ordinary person, it takes a lifetime to become a successful individual – debt-free and spirit-free; it is never a piece of cake.
Sometimes, I dreamed of becoming a millionaire at the age of 30. But that dream seemed to put me off that at 29 I am impecunious. Lessons learned from known personalities are worth to ponder on but theirs are vintage wealth in an opportune time.
Wall Street Journal’s bestselling author Michael Masterson in his Automatic Wealth For Grads… And Anyone Else Just Starting Out suggests that one should learn how to get [things] cheaper and how to pocket a couple thousand dollars in additional revenue (from the deal). One should also go for financial independence because it frees you to live a rich, fulfilling, authentic life.
In his book A Million Bucks by 30, Alan Corey reveals his secrets. For him, one should take budgeting to the extreme. Doing extra works also subsidizes one’s income.
Dustin Woodard, a web connoisseur, tells everybody to invest early and to invest often and know Einstein’s "8th wonder of the world": the power of compounding interest.
Life is always enriching our ways of responding environmental stimuli. At 29, I may not be a year ahead of being a millionaire but I have done a million wonders to people I have met along the way. Their stories always deserve to be heard and I bite with their stories off with what I can chew. I am growing professionally and I am trying to manage financial losses. That, I am bound to make up and not mess up.
I am beginning to pose for my centerfold image; that is, I am pointing forward to doing great things. With this, I am ready to venture a life worth emulating.
Surely, there is much lesson to learn as we age. There are also many reasons to celebrate beyond hopelessness. Whether we don’t get rich at 30 or we haven’t had claimed famousness, there are still uncountable memories to live by which are never part of our roller coaster rides but are stationed within our Ferris wheel’s hooks. #
