It's really quite a difficult question to answer. A mind over matter situation I think. So I closed my eyes, took stock of my mind and body and thought about it. Far removed from societal conventions of age and maturity - two things that we have established do not necessarily go hand in hand - I'd be "in my twenties". It's vague, it's open-ended but to me it makes sense. I've written about being 23, trying to figure out who you are, what you want, where you want to be, and who you want to be there with. Not quite as mature as you can be but certainly - or hopefully- more knowledgeable than you were in your teens. With more experience under your belt, you are able to tackle life in a way that you probably wouldn't have been able to in your teens. I'd be in my twenties because I still have many mistakes to make, and I look forward to making and learning from them. I'm enjoying my twenties... I'm enjoying the freedom, not so much the financial responsibility, but I'm discovering so much about myself, life, culture. The possibilities are endless in your 20s and you realise it, so (hopefully) you take advantage of that.
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I've written and rewritten this post a few times already, each time citing 21 as the desired age. Obviously the fear of the latter part of one's twenties is rife in my life at the moment, so I'd say specifically, this end of my twenties- just on a loop. I'm enjoying it... Mainly...
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