Thirty. A threshold of sorts.
When I was fourteen I used to look at the years between me and twenty and they were forever. I had all the time in the world. It is said that time speeds up as you get older. Is it because there is less wonder in the world for the experienced? Less things to hold onto, to peg as memorable?
I know there there is greatness beyond thirty; I have seen it. And I aim to find it.
Now, close your eyes and listen.
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D’jaevle, Scarlet Words