I’ve got an identity crisis. I heard this is what happen when you’re
getting close to the big 30. We’re not happy. We don’t know what we want. We
feel hopeless and despondent. We’re still
young and yet... it just doesn’t
feel young. The best years seems to have skip through our lives without
noticing it and what’s next is just... getting
older. Every night, life will remind us on how much time we’ve wasted, so
much time floating around and not willing to commit. What have we been doing for the past decade? An entire decade of
adulthood has passed by us, and all we
did was... nothing. No
achievement, no goals, no bucket list tick off.
I guess this is what happened when we hit a milestone age. But I have a
feeling we’re down on ourselves because we’re not living up to who we though we’d
be by this age. I’m not sure about others, but I just felt like I had not
progress into the person I thought I’d grow into. I could list off every
accomplishment I thought I’d have ticket off my list by 30, but I have achieved
nothing.
A decade ago, I look up high rise of 30 with wonderment, projecting all
my most exciting hopes and dreams onto this age. Well, because 40 is too far
away to conceptualize and 50 is unfathomable. But 30! Oh, the person we’d be,
so well-adjusted, so successful, so sexy, so everything we weren’t when we just
got our drivers’ license. And then life
happens. It happens in the most extraordinary, dull, boring, fun, amazing,
exhilarating, heartbreaking moments. We get busy in the business of living
and project out more, and dreams changed and we get distracted along the way.
Now that we’re coming to an end, can we re-do the twenties one more
time, I promise to live it better. I promise not to put you through so much roller
coaster ride of emotions. I promise to love better and take more chances for
the heart. If we could just re-do the twenties
once more, I promise it would be an amazing one this time!