The best time of my life

They were saying the best time of my life would be in high school. And so I waited for high school like for some freaking salvation. So much was supposed to change, so much was supposed to get better, while in fact not much changed at all. More than the best time of my life, I recall it as a line of lessons what not to do in the future.

Later on they were saying it’s the University years. That’s definitely it, one’s absolute prime, you’d never again have as many opportunities, as much knowledge and as many friends around you! So you’d better use it well, because, bear in mind, it would never come back. Well, as much as I liked my Uni days, yet again, I look back at it more as a useful learning ground than the prime of my life.

There are people telling me now that the best time of my life would be when I fall in love and marry. Or when I buy my own house. Or when I have my first child. Or when I publish my first book. Or when I earn my first million. Or when I travel half of the globe.

They’re all wrong. (Yeah baby, they’re wrong.)

The best time of my life is here and now, as it always should have been.