Twenty Three

A year ago I was a lost puppy. I had no idea what to do with my life: I just got out of college and a relationship and I was scrambling all over the place. Now, I feel extremely blessed for what I actually have. I have a job that I actually like and also, a couple of people I can call my friends. Again, I’m gonna say it for the nth time, it’s been a really fun ride for me the past year and I can honestly say that although I am not immensely happy, I am very satisfied with the life I’m living. At least at the moment.

And now I’m turning twenty-three. The years are just coming by so fast it’s scary. How do I make the most out of these youthful years? Get drunk every weekend? Spend an awful amount of money on shopping for myself while I still can? Smoke cigarettes like it’s healthy? Sleep late every night? Live recklessly? Who has a complete list of these things? How can I access this youth bible so I can legitimately say I lived the most out of these good years?

I don’t know. But I believe how I’m living it now is definitely not bad at all. It may not be the coolest of lifestyles but it has been pretty darn good. Twenty three can’t be too bad. It may be a little scary to realize that I am becoming more and more like an adult: an adult with fat responsibilities. But I’m proud of where I am now: working hard for my career and living for my weekends.

I guess I’m in the prime of my life. And maybe I should stop worrying too much but instead, I should just keep frolicking.

Chances

Is there such thing as a missed opportunity? I guess so. But also, in most cases we miss opportunities because we pick our other choices. In a sense, we’re not missing any of these chances because we rejected them first.

I guess going with this thought can make me accept life easier because really, life is just one big decision after another. There should be no longing for would have beens since everything that is happening now is happening because this is what I wanted in the first place. Well not what I wanted really, but what sounded good when I was handed the choices at least.

I don’t think I’m making any sense.

Maybe I’m just lonely.