I am turning thirty
soon, and I thought I could use this milestone to look on what life has taught
me so far.
This is a letter to who I used to be,
You don’t know me, but I know you.
Ten years ago, I was turning twenty. I was both a child and an adult; terrified
of never succeeding in becoming the latter, without being fully the former
either anymore.
At twenty, I was feeling both invincible and already defeated. I wanted to
conquer the world but felt I was already running out of time to do so.
Twenty is an odd age: It is old enough to have face challenges and experienced
trauma, but young enough to feel that the world belongs to us.
I’ve always harboured, despite my best efforts, a sense of dread that I was
meant to do something, as well as an
all devouring dread that I was running out of time to do so.
At twenty, I felt that I needed to make each day count and live to the fullest.
I had to. Or else.
Or else what exactly? Was I afraid to fail at… life? Can someone fail at
life?
Where did this unshakable sense of urgency come from?
I’ve had time to ask myself that in the last months while contemplating how to
celebrate my third decade in this time of plague.
So far I have come down with two things: Fear of missing out and ageism.
First let’s address the all-encompassing feeling that I needed to do something
that counted, something that mattered, something remarkable.
I partly blame this on my love for adventure novels and the unreasonable
expectations of what life could be it gave me and a very deep-rooted fear of
missing out.
The Fear Of Missing Out (or FOMO) is a feeling that others are experiencing
better things and living over all fuller lives than you are and that you are,
on some level, missing out a fundamental aspect of life. It usually damages
self-esteem and involves a certain envy towards people whose experience of life
seems more complete.[i]
The term itself was coined in 1996 by Dr
Dan Herman, a marketing strategist, in a research paper.[ii]
Though the feeling itself is not new, it
has gained more coverage in the last decades as the feeling is acerbated by
Social Media.
We live in a hyper-documented society, in which social media allows us to see
almost live, what is happening in other people’s lives. This can lead to an
overwhelming sense of social expectations and make us feel inadequate in
comparison.
And it is a difficult feeling to escape when scrolling down our social media
feed.
And for the longest time, I know I fell prey to it.
I sometimes still do.
I felt that what I was doing was not as good, not as interesting, as what
others were doing. My daily life often felt subpar to what I perceived life was
supposed to be.
One of the ways to work around it I found was simply to avoid social media. No
more Facebook, no Instagram, no snapchat, no network whose goal is to document
my life.
It took time and effort to stop wondering what other people were doing or to
wonder what they would think of what I was doing.
On the other hand, there was the constant dread of being running
out of time.
This is something I still struggle with today.
It comes from Ageism.
According to the World Health Organization, Ageism is: “Ageism is the stereotyping and discrimination against
individuals or groups on the basis of their age. Ageism can take many forms,
including prejudicial attitudes, discriminatory practices, or institutional
policies and practices that perpetuate stereotypical beliefs.”[iii]
It might sound weird to claim to suffer
from it while being so young, but Ageism doesn’t actually affects only old
people. For a very simple reason: we are all going to be old at some point, and
society doesn’t like old people.[iv]
Old people are presented as frail, dependent, rigid in their morals and
incapable of change. Society celebrates youth and vilifies old age.
Look at the media you consume and ask yourself, how old are the protagonists
that shape your understanding of society?
Beauty standards present aging as something shameful that should be hidden
under hair dyes and combated with creams and serums.
Unsurprisingly, this affects women more than men.
From our youngest age, we are told that only the young are actors of change.
and shown that growing old equals becoming dull. Uninteresting. Useless.
This leads to body dissatisfaction, anxiety and unsurprisingly, with the constant
dread of being running out of time, even at a rather young age.
In her Ted talk[v],
writer and activist Ashton Applewhite explains how ageism is, like all
discriminations, a human-made concept that hurts society at large.
Accepting that I soon won’t be in my twenties anymore and that I haven’t done
anything even remotely important as been a process. Is a process.
Though using the time I have wisely and thriving to live to the fullest is a
good things, I often have to remind myself that I should first and foremost
thrive to enjoy the time I have, living in the present rather than constantly
thinking ahead, picturing what comes next before having even lived the now.
Letting go of the idea that life is short and that only the first half really
matters. That success isn’t limited to the first four decades of one’s
existence and that aging should not mean going to waste.
In a surprising turn of even, a lot of those reflections took shape during lock
down, when I realized than for me, being deprived of any option to go out and
meet people and travel and go on adventures was actually a relief. It gave me
permission to stay at home and only do what I wanted to. I suddenly didn’t feel
guilty for not being doing something.
Don’t get me wrong: I love going out with my friends, but lock down gave me the
opportunity to reflect of why I always felt like I needed to be out, what made
me feel like I had to be witnessed having fun for it to be real.
In that regard, I know I am one of a very small number of lucky people who
didn’t suffer from the lockdown.
So to you whom I was ten years ago,
Enjoy the small things that life throws your way and stop looking for the one
great big moment when “your life will truly begin”. Because it will never come
and because you are already living it.
Remember that no one else is you and that only you can fully appreciate the way
you live your life. Be yourself and accept who you are.
It’s okay if you’re not special. It’s okay if you never do anything remarkable.
You do not actually need to live your entire life wondering what legacy you
will leave after your die. Start by actually living each day in a way that
makes you feel good.
In a noise of social media, ask yourself what social media bring you and do not
feel obligated to contribute to them more solely because that’s what other
people do. Your time is yours and you should spend it doing what you like, not
what you think people would find cool.
To you, who are turning twenty, know that this is a unique chapter of your
life, but so are all the others. There is no requirement to meet to turn thirty
so stop focusing on who you think you have to become and actually start
thinking about who you want to become and why.
And it’s fine if it changes.
Have fun and take care of yourself. There is only one you and nothing is worth
damaging yourself. No job, no love story, no great adventure is worth it. Give
it your best, but don’t sacrifice yourself.
I wish you to find things that are worth the time you invest in them and that
you learn to know and trust yourself. You’re probably terrified at the idea of
choosing a path for your future, but let me tell you a little secret: It’s okay
if you get it wrong. Several times. They aren’t failures, they are adventures. Veni, Vidi, who cares if you Vici. You experienced and that’s all
that mattered. There is not one good way to live your life, so don’t be afraid
to try different things.
And to you who I might be in ten years.
When I was a teen I never imagined I’d reach the great old age of thirty, but
here I am. So what does being forty will look like?
So far I have discovered that much about never succeeding to become an adult
was unfounded: I can both pay my taxes and buy a house and sleep with a
dinosaur plush and enjoy Sundays in my pajamas wearing my favorite Thumper
slippers. I can love cartoons and be taken seriously at work.
I hope that the next ten years will bring adventures, big and small and that I
will know how to enjoy both.
To you who is turning forty, I wish you to have done things you’re proud of.
They don’t need to be big, they just need to make you go “I did that.” Just
valuable enough that they make you feel good.
And to all of us, I
hope you are happy. Not rich, not successful, not remarkable, just happy.
[i] https://www.verywellmind.com/how-to-cope-with-fomo-4174664
[ii] https://link.springer.com/article/10.1057/bm.2000.23
[iii] https://www.who.int/westernpacific/news/q-a-detail/ageing-ageism
[iv] https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2018/sep/14/the-ugly-truth-about-ageism-its-a-prejudice-targeting-our-future-selves
[v] https://www.ted.com/talks/ashton_applewhite_let_s_end_ageism