Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Drifting Into 30 Something

When you reach the age of 34, you feel halfway between your potential and your actual achievement.

God help me if I'm that far away or that close.

I think the pull and push of this polar discussion, gives off the distinct feeling of drifting.
I'm too casual to be as brutally decisive as I was at 24 and I hope I'm still less settled than I will be at 44.

I'm just drifting... drifting.. drifting..

It's almost a relaxing way to watch your life float.
Maybe, since I'm so close to the middle of things, it's a moment before things mean a bit too much added to the melancholy of a young person's fully dissolved, lack of perspective.

Two things are for sure,
real love still hurts like it did when I was 16
and people who read this in their 40's will think I'm a whining asshole.

Which I am.

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