Larry Bird, Scottie Pippen

33 today, yet I still feel young. I don’t feel any different to 25 – just in the perception those hold of me. Time served on earth = expectation. Like the naive 18 year old, thinking 30 is old. Blink & the clock hands seem to skip forward at light speed. I still feel the same.

Age is a number that carries restrictions. Placed merely on our shells, the clock progresses another hour but the battery hasn’t changed. The source of how we measure time doesn’t change – it ticks seemingly infinite. It’s where the movement comes from – without it, we lie still. The construct of expectation is linear with time. Success, or success relative to your age isn’t real.

It’s impossible to avoid, especially as each year passes & we look sideways instead of forward. It’s enforced by standards of which I choose not to accept.

Fact is, I’m 33. The whispers roar ever louder on this day.

The future ahead is promising, just like at 25, just like at 21 – just less naive & more challenging. The battery hasn’t changed. It’s funny how we count the hours, not the hours inside the battery behind it. Time is valuable, a resource & a story. It heals, it takes & it is infinitely going to continue regardless of if you do. Charge the battery – that’s what navigates the shell.

I’m grateful for another year, grateful for this pit I’ve fallen in to. Grateful for the challenge that lies ahead to get back in control. Leap into the void & get your purpose checked. The goals stay above, the only way out is through & the only motion is forward.

I hope you have a great year, challenge yourself, find hunger & stay true to the path that remains above you. It’s guiding you in a way that reflects the purpose of your journey outwards to the world. Trust it & don’t stray for long – you might not find your way back. The battery hasn’t changed. 

“who’s coming in second?”

C.f