Today I am 28 years old. The past year had been particularly hard and I’d been thinking about it all of yesterday, and about all the good things that are part of my life.
I am still a child in many ways. I’ve been programming since I was 12 and my love for computation has made me learn many things. While I got good at programming, I never really grew up to handle everything else in life. I don’t regret it, but sometimes I pause and wonder. It is a world of tigers and dragons.
The last year was rough and in hindsight, the changes it forced were good and I am on much better ground than where I was in years. I am close to mum, and I’m close to my friends who are really friends, who really like me, who won’t stab me in the back to further their own interests. And I am gainfully employed at a good company.
Have you ever seen an inchworm reach out from the safety of a leaf into air to see what else it could climb on to, and then fall to the ground? If you think you are on shaky ground and are scared of exiting your situation for fear of falling, I say fall but do reach out. If you fall, atleast when you land you’ll be on flat ground and you’ll have something new to explore.
28 is a perfect number. I have learned some new things about life.
Those who speak know nothing And find out to their cost Like those who curse their luck in too many places And those who fear are lost I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart
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