When you reach this certain age, you start to wonder how many promises have actually come true out of those that formed the bouquet of expectations ten years earlier, when you were referred to as "a promising young man".

Also, in the same vein, one is somewhat obliged to see how many compromises one has made in life and whether these were really worth it.

If someone is dissatisfied at 30, they say something has to be changed. But if someone has everything at 30, many literary/cinematographic works suggest that this virtual perfection inevitably results in a feeling of hollowness and that something might be missing.

Now despite all my apparent vices and flaws, I am not disappointed in myself. I think balance is not impossible to reach. One should not have a bad conscience when one feels good in their skin. I like living the life I am living.