Age is just a number
When you are 15 and people tell you this really stereotypical sentence, you just roll your eyes and wanna scream. For you, 30 years old people are old, and you wouldn’t even think about being friends with them, you could be their kids!
At least, this is what I thought.
Now? Well, you could be 40 and be my best friend, even if I could be your child. You could be my age and act like an adult. You could be 30 and not have any clue how your clothes should be washed. You can be 30 and have two kids and a job. You can be 30 and still do your master’s degree and party like in your twenties.
The most beautiful thing I realized by travelling around was that you don’t HAVE to finish uni by 25.
In my culture, you do high school, uni, masters, and then you get a job, a partner, get married and have kids. This is the right order. And this is what I always believed in.
But then, I made friends who were 26, 27, 30, whatever. They don’t have kids. They are still doing their masters’. They are still partying. Life is not over when you’re 25.
I was really afraid of this. Because the first plan, the one with all of the things in the right order, sounds like as soon as you have kids, your life is over. You will have a 9-17 job, you have to raise your kids, you will have a family... There is no FUN in sight, unless that involves your family.
I am scared of this. For me, it sounds scary. For others, this might be the dream. We are all different. But I realized that many people go travelling after high school. After uni. They only start masters’ when they’re 25. It doesn’t matter. Nobody cares about the order, or the timing, it’s just not important.
And life definitely doesn’t stop when you’re 25.
And even if you have kids, you can still have fun. Even without your family.
Life is not so black and white. Even if you didn’t start a university by 30... You can do it whenever you want. Whatever you want. Because you have all the time in our life.
Until you die, of course.
So who cares about the age? It’s just a number.
