When I was 25, I imagined how I would be in the next five years. I did it a lot.

In my eyes, at that time, 30 was a very big number. I thought I should have achieved something big when I finally reached that age.

So, have I?

I must say, yes, I have.

Turning 30, I have learned a lot about life. How things are, how I should react to those, how I should see them.

I feel different now than I was before. Is it what people call maturity? Hopefully.

Now, I’m 31–and will be 32 in less than four months. I wonder how I will be, three and a half years from now, when I get 35.

Will I be more mature? Will I be wiser? Will I be a better person? Will I achieve more than what I do now?

Those remain questions until the time comes and I will be able to look back and answer them.

‘Til then, I’ll just live my life the way it should be, with smile and warmest heart possible.