Milestones are measured in various forms. Very recently I have experienced a rite of passage that, while in and of itself is far less significant than a first kiss and nowhere near as profound as the birth of a child, has affected my life with ramifications so subtle that they only exist by way of my intuition.

I just turned 30. “So what?” you ask – let me tell you what. First of all, for someone who’s chosen to be fully dedicated to voicing the concerns of the youth, the thought of becoming “too old” is mortifying. My greatest fear is being perceived as the opposition by those I consider my cavalry. Secondly, I recognize the diminishing possibility of breaking into an industry driven and dominated by fresh, young talent; the ones my age who are still involved in Hiphop have been at it for a decade or more. In the same way fashion designers seek out the flawless, youthful physique to define the latest trend in style; industry exec’s, talent agents and A&R’s in the music business are looking for a yearling to promote pop culture.

Lastly, I have a vague suspicion I may be outgrowing my radical roots. Youth, practically by definition, possess a unique ability to think outside the box – their comfort zones are comparatively limitless and their persistence, though often mistaken for mere stubbornness, is a beautiful compensation for their lack of patience. These days I’m more likely listening to NPR than Blackstar; more likely to be speaking in intimate circles then shouting from park benches.

After 30 years, however, I’ve become more adept at listening – particularly to the voice of reason. When it speaks all my fears are allayed for I’m told that it is experience which will qualify me to truly lead the troops of the youth. They’ll find confidants amongst themselves but will look to one who has traveled their path for guidance. I’m told that trends in all facets of life will come and go, but truth is constant; promote what is true and your message will be timeless. As far as radicalism, I’m told it is rooted in the mind and not in the voice. Though the voice will fade, the mind will endure; so long as the desire for change exists, complacency cannot conquer the spirit.

Revolution is eminent, and although I won’t carry a gun I will hold up the banner – proudly claiming my spot in the front lines for the advancement of the cause. I’m pleased to be 30 – here’s to the new age of activism.