30's, os novos 20's | 30's, the new 20's

Trinta

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Acho que nunca a minha idade foi tanto um número sem significado como agora.

Tenho 32 anos. Aos 30 anos decidi despedir-me e dar-me as oportunidades que não me dei quando tinha 20. Perceba-se que aos 20 eu não queria essas oportunidades. Essa vontade chegou com os 30. E em vez de querer assentar (ou seja, permanecer como estava), resolvi inconformar-me, e dei por mim a caminho do outro lado do mundo.

Porque a idade é MESMO apenas um número. E porque nunca devemos balizar a nossa vida pelos números.

“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”

– E. E. Cummings

If I had my life to live over, I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax; I'd limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones. 

You see, I'm one of those people who lived sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after the other, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I've been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute. If I had it to do over again, I would travel lighter than I have. 

If I had my life to live over again, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dance; I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies. 

Don Herold