Completely plagiarizing from over-used pop ideology, if 30 is the new 20, wouldn’t that in fact, make 25 the new 15? There has to be some error in accounting, because I haven’t felt like a “teen” anything in years, and I truly believe I’m probably better off for it. Whether it comes in the all very consolidated time frame or not, finishing a degree, finding a first professional job, finding a second professional job, relocating a few times here, there, and in between, to purchasing a first home, there haven’t been many outwardly juvenile antics to be seen. Though, they’re just well camouflaged, because they’re definitely in existence. And, in being my standard candid self, I really wouldn’t want to be in any other age or situation. I spent too many of those teen angst years in teen angst, and gladly traded up for a bit more wisdom and much more autonomy.
In other words, I’m content. That’s such a short statement for such an encompassing, remarkable sentiment, and even in my aptitude for blind sanguinity, I couldn’t foresee these blessings for which I’ve been unexpectedly bestowed. To live this life in laughter and in love makes my heart swell beyond capacity, and I can’t imagine ever coveting anything beyond this happy realm of simplistic happiness.
Listening to the sweeping operatic lyrics of Les Miserables today while I focused my neural senses on more right brained matters, lost in an enclosed world of headphones and investigational study compliance, my thoughts swayed in accompaniment to the music.
In so often as people grow wiser to the ways and whims of the world, why is that some also grow weary and disillusioned, never seeking solace in the unknown? What external forces must influence this incredulous understanding of life? But yet there are others who willingly forage through life with an unbreakable spirit, risking heart, mind and soul for a mere glimpse into what may be a temporary euphoria or eternal bliss. I wonder, if most of us fall at some intermediate junction between these two margins, finding both functionality in the commonplace, but faith in the awe-inspiring moments. I do hope so.
~~It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance. It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give. And the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live. ~~
