As a child you're told you can't do things because you're too little. You can't cross the street without an adult. You can't stay up late. You can't watch scary movies. All because you're too young.
As a teenager you're told you can't fall in love. You're too young. There's no way you can understand what the future holds for you. You can't drink. You must wait to drive. All because you're too young.
Then in your twenties, you're getting older but now it's too soon to have children. You have time for that. You should experiment with love and not fall too fast. The future is infinite and now is the time to sow your wild oats because you're really too young to understand what it is to be an adult.
Thirty is the time to start a family, to have a career, but be careful. Age is picking up on you now. You're pushing the envelope in years. You practically have a foot in the grave.
I remember looking at my mother when she turned forty and thinking, Man, she's old! Lord help me, I was wrong. As I'm now approaching forty I realize age is merely a number. With it comes experience and if you're lucky wisdom. No one should be discriminated for their age, gender, race, or religion. It's that plain and simple.
So, again I ask, what is the perfect age? Did I somehow miss the bus?