Few years back i wondered when i'd be 18..finally reach that landmark where "adult" is stamped on my identity forever. From driving to marriage, everything was to be legalized. Life certainly couldnt get better than that, could it? Apparently, it could. Coz as soon as i turned 18, it seemed too young. Drinking was still out of bounds(as if i care...but you know the stamp i mentioned...feels reassuring that way!) and marriage seemed like an eventuality I could ignore for sometime(forever, if possible??). Now, a couple of days after my 22nd birthday, not only does it feel painfully dull to be adding years without any substantial increment in my brain cells, but it also feels unsettlingly old...as if all the landmarks i'd wished for were nothing but a mirage giving me a sense that atleast i've something to look forward to.Maybe i wouldnt even wanna drink at 25 if i carry on dis way:( Its not turned out like i'd hoped it would...and i know it never does so i'm not experiencing anything profound. But i'd hoped for some defining moment in my life...the one that would mark a particular year after my coming of age as 'special'...make me feel as if life so far has been worth it. I know i have 'miles to go before i sleep' as Robert Frost put it very nicely but i just hope i don't keep sleeping through the journey and realize later that life passed me by while i was too busy feeling old for everything!!
cheers to being lost and confused and not to mention being old at 22!
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Age never reckons maturity, what justice could numbers do to wisdom. Life half spent on analysis and rest working towards the future is a decent take on it; though life can certainly use some time spend on living it as well. Motion should never be confused with action; thoughts and philosophy not confused with facts and changes necessary.
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