The Curious Case of Ageing.

Getting older is over-rated.

Yes, I am ageing like fine wine and my black don’t crack, but as age slowly creeps up on me and my twenties stares at me in the rear view mirror, I can’t help but feel a sense of dread. A sense of foreboding if you will.

Adulthood has come at me faster than a speeding ticket and I am not prepared!

It has crept up on me like a thief in the night, stealing my childhood, my innocence  and all my nice things. I didn’t have time to insulate myself from the responsibilities that would be thrown my way. I didn’t have time to stop and breathe and process all that adulthood entailed. I didn’t have time to plead with it to give me more time. Please give me more time to put things right. But no, Adulthood will not be stopped.

Where has all the time gone?

I remember a time in secondary school sitting in the cafeteria with all my girlfriends and wishing ourselves older. If we could wave a magic wand then 25 would magically appear at our door. We thought that 25 was such a big age. Unreachable back then. 25 held so much promise. Carried so much weight. By 25 we would all live in a big fat mansion, with a husband and 2.5 kids. We would all be high flying ‘career’ women, jet setting all over the world. The world was going to be our oyster.

25 has now come and gone like the wind and all those youthful fantasies are yet to be achieved.

And now as ‘30’ looms in the background, casting its gaze over me, I can’t help but feel slightly perturbed at what is in store for me.

Youth is truly wasted on the young.

I wish I could go back and do things differently. I wish that i tried more things, new experiences. Explored without fear of reproach. Laughed more, danced more, loved more. But shoulda, woulda, coulda is a fallacy. A dangerous trap to be avoided. And besides I’m not dead yet, these things can all still be done.

So… as I am reluctantly forced to say goodbye to the days gone by, I’m determined to make it all count. Go out with a bang so to speak. I can’t let my fears hold me back. I’m stronger than yesterday and my future is still bright.

Youth is truly wasted on the young, don’t you know. And getting older is seriously over-rated.

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