Seven Years.
As the world changes, we change. I find myself looking back - not unfavorably - at my teenage years, at all the crazy things I got up to. The highs. The lows. Oh, the numerous, numerous lows.
It is strange to find myself, now an adult, unmarried and without the burden of the kind of parental pressure I felt as a teen. Perhaps mother has simply given up. After several aborted attempts at enforced matrimony, I can't honestly blame her.
And yet, adult life seems awfully dull without the primping and priming, the excitement, the rush of youth and the burning desire to grow up. I am whoever I have become. And who is that?
I wonder if my old friends are out there, with whom I've lost touch over the years. I wonder where they are now - if their hopes and dreams are as unfulfilled as mine are.
It should not feel as if your life has reached a stand still in your twenties. Should it?
It is strange to find myself, now an adult, unmarried and without the burden of the kind of parental pressure I felt as a teen. Perhaps mother has simply given up. After several aborted attempts at enforced matrimony, I can't honestly blame her.
And yet, adult life seems awfully dull without the primping and priming, the excitement, the rush of youth and the burning desire to grow up. I am whoever I have become. And who is that?
I wonder if my old friends are out there, with whom I've lost touch over the years. I wonder where they are now - if their hopes and dreams are as unfulfilled as mine are.
It should not feel as if your life has reached a stand still in your twenties. Should it?