I will turn 30 any moment from now. There is some begrudging pain in my heart that I never milked enough from my 20s. I never messed around enough, never played enough, never drunk enough, never did enough for the only period in man's life that truly counts; you have the energy, the explosive libido, and the brains to actualise anything. Now, I have this nagging fear that I may never swim out of the conformity that comes with the 30s.
However, I will not mourn. Instead, I have asked myself, if Plato, Socrates and Aristotle were alive today, what kind of wisdom, would they dispense. And here, I have it raw. Some may sound cliched, while others might be familiar for those who read this column regularly.