The time has come, in a few days i'll be turning three decades old. What to expect? I'd like to think life is going to make a huge twist and present me a path new and shiny, with precious stones on the sidewalks, but it won't. There's hope, yes there is, it's right around the corner. In that new street there's the promise of a new self, of a grown up human being, responsible for all of his actions.

But what if i don't want to grow? This charade pulls you over to more of the same, the great promise: "You'll grow to be a great man!" Guess what? I've Grown, and i'm far from great... Don't misunderstand this. I am content with my size of life, i have everything i own, nothing more or less, and all that I am or posses belongs to me. The satisfaction that this state gives is far beyond a promise of greatness I didn't want for myself in the first place.

I will walk this new era proud of myself, my forehead points towards the future and if my head ever turns to see the path already walked is to laugh at my own stupidity. Once i heard "Takes a real man to laugh at myself" Then i'm a real man, I consider myself hilarious.

In advance this is an important birthday and i want to celebrate with whom I love... 30 years, shit, sounds easy, but I tell you what, it hasn't and it surely doesn't matter because I'm here, You're here and that does matter.