Quarter Life Crisis
Reflection to thyself: tl;dr
Here you are again in your bedroom reflections. No different from the ones you’ve done yesterday and years before but then you decided to put it in writing in a blog you’ve forgotten you had. Where you are right now and what you’ve become is the result of the events that has happened in the span of 25 years. 1991 is the year that Pinatubo Volcano erupted. An event that wasn’t expected to happen not from such a dormant body of land. Pinatubo awoken from 500 years of slumber and boy did it make a catastrophic comeback. Enough about geography, I know you’re good at it. Who would have known that of all the dreadful subjects and as a lazy person that you are, you actually, genuinely loved Geography. Two months after the volcanic eruption, while the ash cloud continues to travel around the globe, you were born, expected of course. The only thing unexpected about you is that you opened your eyes wide and gave a big smile the moment you were held by your mother’s hand, and the spelling of the name she gave you.
Fast forward to the present. You’re still that impulsive little girl that you were. Look at you, erase all the makeup (not that you wear a lot) and you look exactly the same 10 years ago (give and take the fats). The only difference is that you can afford your whims now but that doesn’t mean you should. What is your plan? You were good at scribbling life plans at the back of your classmate’s notebooks before. Where are you now. Are you still following it through? Has everything changed? Are you lost? I’m sure you are. Well you did say months ago that you lost yourself. I think you had enough. Time to face the music, you’re not getting any younger. I’m happy where you are now career-wise. At least on a certain aspect, you continue to level up (except for lovelife, constant is ideal). Don’t forget your talents, give them some of your time. It’s more productive to let your imagination take form (yes, even if it’s a morbid tale that you’re making) and once again be shared than to be stuck in your bedroom reflecting. And I hope the dreams that you haven’t crossed out on your list of life goals will finally come true. Whatever they are now. Now go make that list.
P.S. I still want Air on a G string to play on my funeral.
