being past 21 but not yet 25
Wednesday, February 20th, 2008it’s that age between 21 and 25. at times it seems like life is passing you by, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it from slipping from your fingers. but at times life seems to arrive at a standstill, and you are willing it to go quickly because you can’t wait to see what tomorrow will bring.
you feel like you are old enough to face the world and everything in it on your own. you are invincible. but at times all you want to do is go to mummy for a cuddle.
you are matured enough to see that you are only one of billions. whatever you do don’t matter much. the world is beyond saving. but at times you believe with the greatest conviction that you are going to make a difference, and you are meant for something good, something big, and change lives.
you feel like you have lived enough to lose enough. just when you feel like you are over that something and someone you have lost, a little trip down memory lane could bring all the emotions afresh, and it threw you.
after you lock the memory back safely into the back of your head, you become painfully aware that it is an ongoing process. right here, right now, you are losing something and someone, bits by bits. and there’s nothing you can do about it.
you feel like you are already set in your ways. you are what you are and everyone can either take it or leave it. but at times you feel like your own self feels like a complete stranger. and you miss the little child you once were.
you work your ass off towards achieving your dreams and aspirations. nothing else matters. but at times you get a nagging voice that that ask you does it matter all that much? why not live for here and now. and the future doesn’t seem to be that important anymore.
you are proud of what you have done and what you have achieved. but at times you can’t help but ask yourself; what ifs, why didn’t i and why did i..and you are clouded with regret. only now you understand that it is the worst feeling in the world.
++like i said, i like to get philosophical once in a while.