Marketing BS

Many of my friends have been turning 25 recently.

We like to call it the quarter of a century.
In France, we used to gather the female singles who just turned 25, make them wear a funny hat and walk through town, as to see if anyone would be charitable to choose them. Quite an uncomfortable situation.

Now, some people are indeed feeling the pressure to get into a stable relationship and have several kids. Just as everyone does. That’s how it should be.

For years, I had been wondering if I made the best of my time down here. Looking back, I feel I have done my best to get as much as possible accomplished. And everytime, I did what I thought was best at the moment. For that,I have no regrets.

Many great achievers are looking upwards. They tend to be goal-focused. Each step along the way, they are already lurking at what’s next. I personally believe that achievement has to be duely celebrated. Sometimes, you reach your previous objectives and as the saying goes: once at the top, enjoy the view!
Next birthday, I’ll make it big. What the heck, is there any need to be an opportunity to celebrate?

Reconsidering my life, I could have taken any turns to become anything. I would have enjoyed becoming a cook, a pianist or an artist. But as things are today, I pretty much like being a Marketing analyst for airbus. I sell aircraft, I travel -sometimes, and I have no money issues whatsoever. No complaints on my side about girls

Everything seems to be like a race right now. I wanted to be a millionaire before 30, I guess I’ll have to sell more planes. As I see everything changing so fast, I feel that I am becoming more and more obsolete. I can see a whole new generation of teenagers spending time on youtube and learning a hundred times faster than I did, because at my time Internet was for rich people. And at my time, Pluto was a planet.

I guess that, whatever you do, you’re stuck in your generation. The one that feared AIDS, that discovered internet and mobile phones. The one that looks at the baby boomers with envy because they had so much more fun…

Have a nice day, guys

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