If 30 is “old” why is 30 “too young” to die

​I came across a reel on YouTube that said,

“Don’t let society rush you.”


It sounded simple.

Almost cliché.


But it struck a nerve


People call you old at 30.

And if someone dies at 30, they say, “So young.”


Same age.

Different tone.


At 30, they ask what you’ve achieved.

Are you married?

Do you own a house?

Why aren’t you further ahead?


But when someone’s gone, no one asks about promotions or timelines.

They just say, “There was so much life left.”


It makes you realise

most of the pressure was never real.

It was noise.


At 30, people expect you to have it figured out.

Career stable.

Relationship sorted.

Savings done.

Body perfect.

Emotions mature.


That’s the thing.

We act like 30 is late,

until it’s too late.


But 30 is still just… living.

Still trying.

Still making mistakes.

Still becoming.


There is no alarm that goes off at midnight saying,

“Congratulations. You must now be complete.”


You’re allowed to be unsure.

You’re allowed to change direction.

You’re allowed to start again.

You’re allowed to outgrow things you once prayed for.


Life is not a corporate deadline.

It’s not milk with an expiry date.


It’s your pace.

Your timing.

Your story.


And maybe that reel was right…

don’t let society rush you.


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