but every time a #30Under30-type thing happens, I wonder if people are even thinking about all the people being subtly discouraged from actually being their best selves.
I wish the people who compiled such lists found less inadvertently high-stakes ways to phrase the successes of others.
"30 is the deadline. Here are these people's best times: 25, 24, 20, 18.
You better start running."
Thought experiment:
there is a talented person somewhere who will make a masterpiece of an opportunity at flat *60*, but doesn't have the resources, the privilege, the access, the time to get there at 30.
You really wanna *time* them, motherfucker?
I was 14 at the time.
I briefly went, "so I guess that's it for me."
But at the time, I felt like that meant there was an expectation I couldn't fill. That I was settling for a kind of mediocre in the face of it.
Nah.
Nah, Baby Brandon.
Nah.
Shut up.
You know what's just as noteworthy, if not more?
Wanting to make it, & working til 60 to make it.
Taking your time & knowing this is what you want.
Digging for 30 years til you break through.
Why?
Because what if who I am at 27 eventually becomes the person I love the least, the person you can gain from the least?
We're waiting right here at the *real* finish line: your own.