Today is my 30th birthday.
Once upon a time, I told people that I would cease to exist at age 30 – not kill myself, but…something would happen. I figured a deadline, however delusional, would push me to wring the most out of my 20s.
So much for that, heh.
Nihilism crept in and now the challenge is continuing to exist past age 30; it's filling all that time with…something.
Looking back, the fortune teller my mother hired hasn't been wrong yet.