And the 39 is here. The last year that I can say I’m in my thirties. Come to think of it, it’s kinda scary. Next year, I’ll be a 40 year old uncle. Wow. I feel old.
2019 has been kinda unexpected. I wasn’t expecting myself to be still jobless now. I thought I would have found a job by mid this year. Well, the job hunt was not as smooth as what I was expecting. But I guess it was for the better. I rather be out hunting for a job than ending up in a job that I hate. Someday, all these will make sense. Just like what Steve Jobs said during the 2005 Stanford commencement address.
You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backward. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.
I don’t know why but whenever my birthday is around the corner, I’ll find myself singing the song Forever Young. Maybe it’s to remind myself that I’m no longer young.
So many adventures couldn’t happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We let them come true