I’m irrational. We know this. If you’ve read even one of my previous blog entries, you’ll probably know this about me.
The thing is, I’m turning 25 soon, and I don’t really like it. I’ve never been one of those people who worries about his age, and I know I won’t feel any older once my birthday arrives. It’s not really about getting old. It’s just that I feel like I’ve reached a point where I need to grow a lot more in order to make the most of my age. I don’t want to get to a point when I’m older and look back thinking I wasted my prime feeling insecure, or that I haven’t traveled enough, or experienced relationships enough.
I guess what I’m trying to articulate is that I’m very mindful that right now might be the ideal time to make all of these realisations so that I may spare myself some regret later on. I want the wisdom of age now.
The thing is, even I don’t think that’s entirely realistic. I believe wisdom comes from experience, which doesn’t necessarily come with age. If you waste your time (hence this post), your minimal experience might not count for much.
Whatever. I feel totally emo right now. Maybe that’s me clinging to youth? Haha, or maybe I’ll just mash my face into some birthday cake, like when I was a little kid.
T minus 11 days. *sigh*
Happy almost-birthday, Adrian! If it helps any, I inwardly rebelled in the hospital last January and February every time I had to give my name and age to verify, verify, verify for the hospital, yes, I was this patient and yes this was my med, etc etc etc.
And the prefix number had just flipped from 4 to 5. And I did not like it. I was NOT 50, 50 is OLD.
Oh, wait…
Haha, what an awesome way to drop 10 years!
But really, that’s very naughty of you.
Thanks for the birthday wishes!