“In the last 30 years, I spent the first 15 being born and being a child (I hope you can all relate to that), so they don’t really count. And it wasn’t until I was 18 that I was able to go on holiday or do anything other than sit at home and sulk, which leaves 12 years of anything approaching a life. So between now and 60, I’m going to get everything I’ve already had roughly three times over, only with more money, better friends, more of an idea who I am and a better appreciation of my free time. Which sounds pretty good. And I’d only be 60.”
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englishman in new york: The big 3-0
Quite lovely words on the thought of turning 30 from my friend Dan.
