Thoughts: On Being Old

I actually don't resent the fact that I'm turning 30 this year. 30 is old. And I don't care. I guess what I hate is the fact that at this age, I still haven't a clue as to what I want to do.

Watching other people find their rightful place in the world and being happy for them can get old and tiresome. I want to find my spot in the world and claim it. Well, besides the territory I marked beside Obi anyway. Haha.

I'm just not as happy a person as I used to be. At least that's what I see. Please do not mistake this as a sentiment that I'm not happy with what I have in my life. I'm just not happy with myself. Wut?

First personal blog entry in this blog and, yeah, I feel like bursting into tears.

But don't mind me. It's probably just menopause knocking at my door.

If only love, life, and laughter were enough to live...