Thoughts on turning 30

Yesterday was my 30th birthday. It got me starting to think about those hopes and dreams from my late teens and early twenties that have fallen by the wayside. At the very least I would have liked to be responsible for something as important as helping to end the cold war. Of course I was a little young for that, and it would have stolen David Hasselhoff's thunder.

Check out this article... BBC NEWS | Magazine | Did David Hasselhoff really help end the Cold War?

I think for most of us, in our younger years, 30 sounds like a long way off. We heed none of that advice from older people that the time will fly. I mean what do they know? Right?

The problem with dreams of fame and success, is that you only hear about the people that have made it. They tell you "If you dream hard enough, no one can stop you." They don't tell you, "If you don't make it, no one will hear you."

Don't take any of this to mean that I am bitter, as I get older, I realise that they are silly goals and that family, love and self reliance are much more honorable goals (and attainable for all).