Age....

Wow, age has never seems to cease its' wonder. It has never bothered me so much until this morning when I woke up in my room, sat in front of my computer, and started to think about life. I've lived through a quarter of a century and still I got nothing in my life. My dreams have becoming more and more ridiculous and my acts have becoming more and more unbecoming.
What will become of me finally when I hit 40s? Will I still stuck at a extreme low-income job that can barely surmount the mean for someone to survive? When will I burst through this bubble and fly?
Arg, I wish time would stop! Wishful thinking, I thought to myself. Tired, I retired to my bed again.