January 2nd, 2017. Kuala Lumpur Sentral Station. For every 1987 babies out there, this is the year you turn 30 years old. As for me, I've had my fair share two days ago - on January 1st, 2017. I never thought I'd mouth these words but here they are: I am thirty years old. There were times when I thought, for some weird reasons, I'd never see myself in the big three zero. When I was younger, thirty used to mean a breaking point where everything has settled down - you're happy, financially-stable, having the 'life' you're destined to live for the rest of your life. Basically, I thought by the time I reach 30, I'd have everything figured out. Three days in, 30 still feels normal to me. Nothing has changed much. I don't feel significantly older (aside from the random times I checked on my ID card). So far, 30 feels normal . Of course, if I were to look back, I'm nowhere nearby the life I thought I'd have by the time...
One man's delirium revisited