I’m always at my best under the cover of nightfall.
When the world is quiet and time seems to slow a little, the artists thrive the most.
My father once told me that I had all the time in the world, yet I was running out of time.
“Youth is wasted on the young, Malcolm. Make the best of your energy, it doesn’t last forever.”
I didn’t grasp that until recently.
As I navigate my way through life at 24 Years, 9 months years old I consistently have a recurring thought that resides deep in my brain.
A thought that dances on my frontal lobe ever so gracefully. A thought subtly but beautifully reminding me of it’s presence, as a Ballerina would.
“What if I don’t make it.”
When enough time passes, even the most confident people begin to wonder.
The aforementioned thought isn’t a fear of failure, but a reality that one has to face. The other side of the coin, so to speak.
With that reality in mind, one must do absolutely everything in their power to prevent it from happening. But, If it isn’t in the will of the Almighty, it just isn’t your path.
As a twenty something, having a quarter life crisis is pretty normal.
Let’s take a few things into consideration.
At the age of 18 we’re forced to make life changing decisions when just a few months ago we had to ask permission to use the fucking bathroom.
Then, between the ages of 19 and 22 we go to college where we’re supposed to find ourselves and what we want to do while enduring intense social conditioning and consistent stress.
Finally between the ages of 22 and 25 we’re supposed to know exactly who we are, get an entry level job that requires two years of experience, all while supporting ourselves with the threat of crippling student loans looming.
Now we’re all somewhere in our mid to late twenties and we feel stuck.
It’s alright. I promise you aren’t the only one.
You aren’t alone by any stretch of the imagination. We’re all out here finding out what we truly want and who we really are.
It’s our job as individuals to invest our time properly so we don’t end up as miserable old fucks, knee deep in debt.
I don’t have the solution to feeling stuck, all I can say is that things will get better. This too shall pass.
I was having a discussion with my best friend about how even as an adult, I feel like a child. I feel like Tommy and Chuckie on that episode of “Rugrats” where they pretend they’re adults.
They’re wearing suits on adult bodies and drive cars, but still have the baby heads.
It’s like I’m wandering around the world trying not to lose my inner child. Trying not to be come a coffee-drinking degenerate with a monotonous, depressing life.
I don’t think that our generation is meant for that. I don’t think that the kids from the late 80’s and early 90’s are meant to be office workers and pencil pushers.
I think that we, the children of Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network and the internet are meant to bring our creativity, free spirits and imagination into every aspect of life.
We’re the adults now and we have to change our world our way.
If you feel stuck, don’t worry at all. Keep pushing, aim for the stars and you’ll at least land on a cloud.
There are 94 million members of Generation Y (1985-2005)
Millennials, we’ll be fine.
Until next Friday..