(a)musing

Feb 09, 2008 22:31

Yeah... I had some unfinished intentions here, but I'll go ahead and post this anyway.

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What does one do with these confusing feelings, with the ravages of wanderlust that fall upon you, a reality check like the icy cold jet of water that is the price you pay for staying too long in the shower.

People who indulge in the Saturday Evening Broodfest and who are not within the age ranges of either 13-17 or 30-45 are, I think, of a rare breed indeed. To be in your early 20s and plagued daily by the idea that you've wasted your life is slightly insane. But only slightly--these are meant to be the intellectually productive years of life, where you are unstoppable, a dynamo, capitalizing on the virtuosity you'd spent your teen years honing to a brittle point. Are they not? Yoo hoo, if anyone older than I am can read this, kindly stand up and account for your mental whereabouts. What have you accomplished, and what was it that galvanized you to shatter the inertia? Or was there no inertia to overcome? Can you even hear me over the roar of your success? ?? ???
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