Officially joining the Sub - Turned 30 today
I turned 30 today.
For the first time in a long time, life feels less like a race and more like a mirror.
My 20s weren’t what I imagined they would be. There were heartbreaks that changed me, bad decisions that I have to own, jobs that drained me instead of building me, health scares that forced me to slow down, and family problems that quietly weighed on every decision I made.
A relationship that lasted two years ended just before this milestone. For a while, all I could think was, I lost two years. But grief has a way of making us measure life only by what didn’t last. Looking back now, I don’t think those years were wasted. They taught me what I deserve, what I can survive, and what I will never settle for again.
I’ve made mistakes. Some were mine. Some were simply life. I’ve questioned myself more times than I can count. There were days I felt behind while everyone else seemed to be moving ahead. There were moments when I genuinely didn’t know how things would work out.
But I’m still here.
And that means something.
I’m deeply grateful to my parents, who kept believing in me even when I struggled to believe in myself. And to the friends who stayed—not when it was convenient, but when life was messy and I wasn’t at my best. You know who you are.
Today, I honestly don’t know where I’ll be working a year from now. I don’t know which city I’ll call home. I don’t know who I’ll marry, or what my life will look like five years from now. And for the first time, I’m okay admitting that. Not knowing isn’t failure—it’s simply where my story is right now.
I’m not walking into my 30s pretending I have everything figured out. I don’t. I don’t have the perfect career yet. I don’t have all the answers. But I have something I didn’t have at 20: perspective.
I’ve learned that healing isn’t linear, that success isn’t a straight line, and that the strongest people are often the ones carrying battles no one else can see.
So this decade isn’t about proving anything to anyone.
It’s about making better decisions. Protecting my peace. Taking care of my health. Building a career I’m proud of. Loving without losing myself. Being a better son, a better friend, and becoming someone my younger self would be relieved to know eventually made it through.
I’m leaving the regret behind.
I’m taking the lessons with me.
Here’s to 30.
Not because I have life figured out.
But because, after everything, I still have the courage to believe that my best years haven’t happened yet.