I feel old.
Aged.
But I haven't even hit the age of 20!
My bones are young. My mind is young.
I am young...
But yet i feel so very weary and i feel almost certain that if i look in the mirror, my face will reflect the weathered, tiredness i feel.
I have a great respect for older people.
They are so very wise and special.
They are Living history!
Time has taken their smooth image but I've always thought they get more beautiful the older they are.
They have already lived a life, made choices and experienced things i cant dream of being responsible for right now.
They have so much strength and a decidedness in everything they do and say.
I wish that i could just cut to the chase and be like them.
Lol No! I dont want to get wrinkles! Or false teeth and having to eat prunes on a reguar basis!
I want that spark in their eyes. The one that gives away the hidden wisdom. The one that speaks volumes of the sure knowledge that they have seen enough and done enough to know who they are and that they contributed to the world.
That they lived an adventure where they worked hard, they found joy, they had success and failure. They loved and lost, they tried and gave up, they were frightened and courageous.
They lived through this time in life. This time where everything I do decides my future.
Ive got to make hard choices.
Learn about the craft of a career path.
Stay healthy now so later ill live better.
Ive got to choose something i want to do.
Ive got to have some idea.
Be responsible.
And Ive got to plan plan plan.
Plant cherry trees.
The pressure to choose everything now, because now matters...
Makes my head hurt.
Because I have no idea WHAT to plan.
WHAT to learn.
WHAT choice to make?
I do not know who or what I want to be.
All i can figure out to say, when they ask me 'What do i want to be when i grow up?'
Happy.
Im growing up now... And i just don't know what to do!
HOW. How to get a happy life?
What do i love?
Do i want to go back to University?
What makes me happy?
What can i do with my talents?
Where do i go?
What do i say?
WHO am i now?
I'll change a hundred times over.
But to change from chalk to cheese is a tough line to be walking.
I wish i could have the wisdom of the elderly in that sense.
Wish i could know that ill end up doing something i love. That ill end up knowing who i am.
That ill find my way out of this head spin of a cross-road!
But for now,
Better get some painkillers for that headache!