When your 10yrs old you wish to be 20, when you reach your 20’s you wish to remain 20, But biologically that is not possible so you slowly inch your way to the dreaded 30’s and hope that by the time you do attain the glorious number you would have attained a family and immense wealth. In the span of 10yrs you are expected to sort out your life and career and then sit back and enjoy the reaps of your labour for the next 30-40 years that you will be destined to live. So, in all your life only amounts to 10yrs of living.
Needless to say, my 20’s was a disaster. For the first five years I overcame my emotional traumas subjected on me by a dysfunctional family, which saw me spiralling into an unhappy, emotionally abusive relationship and then the remaining five were consumed by an elusive ailment which pretty much destroyed any chances of me having a career. Imagine my joy when I rang in my 30th birthday with no career or a family. You would assume that I would be depressed and dejected but oddly enough I was very happy.
Though I didn’t have all the things prescribed by life, when I turned 30 the one thing that I did have was clarity. I knew what I wanted and now all I have to do is work towards it. It’s a lot harder achieving your goals if you start later in life but not impossible. So ya 3 cheers for your 30’s.
What is the point of all this blabbering you ask? Well it’s my 2 pieces of knowledge to the world. Your 30’s are not the worst that can happen to you in fact they maybe better than your 20’s, you see once you’re here there’s no where to go but down, so you really don’t have much to loose, you’re already old (if not wise), so when there’s no pressure of living it up, crashing the party or rocking it up, you can see more clearly and objectively and presumably a little boringly that none of that bull crap really matters. No one gained insight by partying hard at least not anyone that I know of. We might just swear that we’re never going to drink so much again, but who are we kidding.
My 20’s were all about experimenting, discovering the unknown, discovering myself, how can this be all there is to me? I never bothered honing any of my skills, or being a team player or for that matter being a part of anything substantial because I was too cool to be bothered about doing anything and then you expect that one day someone will see the genius that you are, because apparently that’s the vibe you give out. Haaaaa…those gorgeous naïve 20’s. I’m not saying its not fun, I had a blast, the turmoil, the heartache, the confusion, the delirium, the nausea, the mindless partying, all the craziness that comes with being a clueless 20yr old, I had fun doing all of it. And I would advise all 20yr olds to try it because until you haven’t been stupid and foolish and downright idiotic, you don’t realise how stupid and foolish and downright idiotic you really are. And until you don’t realise that your stupid and foolish and downright idiotic, you will never really grow and become a better person.
So, what is the moral at the end of all this? Don’t be so hard on yourself, your not supposed to figure out your life in your 20’s, you just have to realise that your no longer a child and grow up.