The Eiffel Age

I’m wiser now and older too. Well, I’m definitely the latter, while the correlation between wisdom and age is debatable. I spent my birthday with Eiffel this year – the crown jewel of one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I was looking for inspiration, looking to see something beautiful, aging yet consistently attractive to many. The choice wasn’t a hard one to make.

Dramatic sounding, but I only have a few more years in my 20s. Back when I was 19, I can clearly remember the excitement of entering my 20s. Funny how time flashes by, changing perspectives and contexts. They say 40s are the new 30s, and I can’t help but appreciate such hope. It is almost as though with every year, you tend to get more serious about the evaluation of your life – where you’ve been, where you are headed, the value of what and who you are close to, and time left for all those dreams you dreamt for yourself.

Once the shots are gone and the party lights dim, reality kicks in. Sometimes sooner, sometimes later – but it always kicks in and kicks you. Nobody knows what surprises await to be unravelled, maybe age does slow you down but only so you can take the time you deserve.