...Oh The Irony...

Oh the irony of life... reminiscing over my adolescence I remember being so matter of fact about what I would accomplish and who I wanted to be. The irony then was age and experiential knowledge mitigated the attainability of those goals. Childhood had this inherent dependency that only time could control. And I just had to wait for time to take its toll. This ideal of the futuristic me was infallible, irrefutable, and indestructible. The irony in this is that to be infallible I had to experience the consequence of being unreliable. To truely be undeniable somewhere I learned restraint. While sticks and stones may very well break my bones- words did hurt my feelings. I've grown up to hate that silly saying and in the understanding of nonsensical statments like that you must learn not to take everything to heart. Yet an open mind has the space to make sense of it ALL. A pisspoor mentality begs for everyone's two cents. If we are unwilling to invest in ourselves its hard to find someone to provide sponsorship of their own dime.

I have learned time gives us all the change that you need. The unequivocal power that the time wields on the path we take yields us to fate. Yet its unwavering faith that brings about fortunes. The irony now is that as a young adult I have arrived existentially upon my independence and like most existentialist- I'm overwhelmed by it. All that waiting and its like- 'okay, now what?'

Now, you choose to change with the times, accept that age slows you down or get left behind. There used to be a time where you begged for time to pass and now I don't know where it went. It all just "flew by?!" I'm not very sure what happened but I'm pretty sure it was all well spent. Yet I find myself asking...(myself) " If I knew then," another idiom I detest. Well duh, if everything I know today were in there yesterday I'd find the time to regret things I'd do tomorrow. Then what would I ever achieve?

Oh the irony of life... finally getting to the point where age provides you all the freedoms of any person willing and able to seize the opportunity- manifest their destiny. In theory you can decide who you will become, how people perceive you, and how you react. But there is no road map telling you when you'll find your self at an impassable junction, unforgiving shoulder or tretcherous terrain. You learn finally in all those days of waiting for the golden age- that every minute is well spent if we allow our minds to remain in the present, reminiscent of the past and bounding forward toward future goals.