These Are the Best Years of Your Life (or Other Lies You Tell Yourself)
So I ask myself, when does it get better? Everyone always says that these are the best years or those are the golden years, but I’m starting to think it’s all a crock. So far, it’s all been kind of mediocre. I guess part of that is my fault. There are the roads not taken and songs left unsung, but can’t life meet you halfway at least once in a while.
When you’re young, you have all the energy, the drive, the curiosity – and absolutely no clue what to do with it all.
When you’re a teenager, you’re a useless bag of awkwardness and hormones.
In your twenties, you’re suddenly expected to earn a living and feed yourself.
The thirties begins the slow but inevitable decline to decrepitude.
Finally, one day you have the time, and maybe even the money, to do the things you always wanted…right after this nap.
So I’m going to say, take a day for yourself, put down your burdens, set aside your worries, and live like you’re five years old. Like all roller coasters, it’s always over way too soon. Every once in a while you need some time for yourself, where no one is there to tell you what to do.
Also, fuck it, it’s Friday.
Verbatim Gibberish will be on hiatus for the next two weeks, but will return in late August, unless something amazing happens before then. If you haven’t already, check out my other blog, Unlikely Realm, where I’m posting my writing works-in-progress. There’s over 30,000 words of original stories there free for you to read, with more added every week. Verbatim Gibberish and Unlikely Realm are also now on Blogger so if you prefer that format to WordPress, you can check them out here and here. They will be up to date in a few weeks and then will mirror the content found here and on Unlikely Realm.
I’ll be back before you know it. In the meantime, do your laundry and make some brownies. Mmm…brownies.