I always figured that by the time I reached 30, I would have myself figured out. I did all of the things I was supposed to do (backpacked, graduated, joined the working world) and got the things I was supposed to get (house, car, significant other). Yet, I have no better idea of who I am today than I was yesterday. Sure, I'm no longer the naive 20-something, but I still haven't a clue as to what makes me me.
The world seems like it is preparing to explode right now. What can I do? What can't I do? Inspiration is easier for me to find, since there isn't an unrealistic expectation for vanity. No one in their 30s care how many Instagram followers you have or whatever the hell Vine is.
Being inspired for what exactly is another question yet to be answered. Occupy Central or the Umbrella Revolution is inspiring. I so desperately want to throw myself into something that is no longer myself. Yet, all the issues in the life are the mundane ones that concerns no one but myself.
I considered my 20s a time where I wandered around aimlessly. Whether it was from country to country or relationship to relationship. Now that I'm 30, I at least know what my standards are and what and who are unacceptable in my life. Still, without a clear sense of direction, I feel as though I'm fumbling towards the future with only the vaguest sense of what's to come.