Thursday, 28 May 2009

*Ode to 24

I’ve been meaning to write something about turning twenty four. I actually wrote a couple of sentences, all of which ended up deleted. There is something weird about this age. It is not a turning point. It is just a year, like any other year. Nothing special. No fireworks, no sparks, no noise. One year away from being alive for a quarter of a century.

It is weird, not knowing how to feel about getting older. At twenty four, I still do the same mistakes I did when I was fourteen. I still paint my nails black. I still fall in and out of love, without having a mere grasp of control over my emotions. I still don’t know my stand on several issues like the existence of God, my future career plan, whether gay people make good parents, whether or not I am alcoholic, the veracity of fate, or the color of my hair.

At twenty four, I still have no idea what I want to do when I become old.

At twenty four, I am afraid I became too old, not to know what I want from this thing called life.


marooned84 said...

Maybe if you knew all this it will be the end of you.

Weird how I feel same about turning quarter-century.

Katiek patrianoceu said...

ohhhhh.... 24 was my favourite year and always shall be. Not sure why but it was and it is.