I saw this first thing in the morning. read this.
if you are twenty something, this is to say i understand. if you're younger, this is to say it isn't really this bad. if you're older, this is to say try and understand me.
This is not something you may want to read first thing in the morning. I did.
divya.
Being Twenty-Something
They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."
It is when you stop going along with the crowd
and start realizing that there are many things about yourself
that you didn't know and may not like.
You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizingthat people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactlythe greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job... and it is not even close towhat you thought you would be doing, or maybe you arelooking for a job and realizing that you are going tohave to start at the bottom and that scares you.
Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't.
One minute, you are insecure and then the next,secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life.You feel alone and scared and confused.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person.
One-night-stands and random hook-ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.
You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.
You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!
What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it.
We are in our best of times and our worst of times,trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.
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without being fully sure of how, this somehow seems relevant:
Crossroads
Joyce Sutphen
The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion, and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.
The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.
The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.
choosing this post to talk on.
this seems relevant to me. like an affirmation, almost. as though choosing a new birthday to be born on. like affirming faith. renewing faith. like saying i don't care if i screw up, i'll remember i tried;or i won't be afraid of colour of what people will say or you- i'll be my own person regardless of what a world wants to mould me into. its like dreaming, believing, making a life with faith rather than fear.
first off, i'll begin by saying:
may i join in?
i've seen some of the conversations you guys have and i'd love to join in... no is a perfectly acceptable answer. :)
that aside, this poem resonates deeply with me. i like the associations my mind made when i read this. like karan said, this reads like an affirmation.
thank you, ananya for giving us this. this seems to flow as a natural continuation from the post.
i like the idea of choosing your own birth date. it seems liberating.
yeah, like you make a significant day your date of birth rather than your date of birth making it a significant day.
although i'd also like to hold on to the idea that A date is significant because i was born.
self-elevating one's status. lol.
self elevating, yes.
but it is true. a day IS significant because you were born on it. and i think the very realisation of this (which normally one never has- because one doesn't normally think of choosing one's birthday)is defining. i don't normally think of it that way- that my birthday is big because i was born on it. i tend to see it more as just significant because its a celebration and fun etc. not in perspective.
that was a huge ramble, but eye-opening. so read between the lines a bit and maybe you'll see what i'm saying. lol.
essentially,
your date of birth is significant because you were born on it.
let this sink in!
sunk in.
feeling good.
note:
i think we're making an important distinction here between birthday and date of birth.
the distinction we seem to be making is that date of birth is the day you were born, physically.
and birthday seems to be this choosable, brimming with potential day that we can choose- maybe as many times as we like. to be reborn. to re-design ourselves.
yes, my knight of swords. you with your ever aware eye for distinction have caught it and phrased it just-right.
date of birth is the day because of which we become significant.
and birthday is the say that becomes significant because of us.
and you, my wand-cup queen, have put it in just the right way to induce thought, foresight and understanding. i like how the twist at the end hits you.
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