Today is my 35th birthday. This means nothing.
Except that now, psychologically, I’m on my way to 40 instead of enjoying my early 30s.
I’m not afraid of any of this. I’ll tell you why. Actually, I’ll let Steven Pressfield tell you why.
Once we turn pro, we’re like sharks who have tasted blood, or renunciants who have glimpsed the face of God. For us, there is no finish line. No bell ends the bout. Life is the pursuit. Life is the hunt. When our hearts burst… then we’ll go out, and no sooner.
In Pressfield’s terms, I haven’t turned pro yet (more on that later), but the sentiment resonates regardless.
Maybe I die tomorrow.
Maybe I die in 50 years.
Either way, the point is to keep battling every day – with intention, energy, passion and discipline. We get caught up in the progression of time. We think about being middle aged or going over the hill or getting wrinkles or whatever the hell else.
Numbers. It’s all just numbers. And the more time you spend thinking about them, the less time you spend making things and putting them into the world.
Go make stuff.