At 39, there's a possibility of feeling like you've missed your chance in life. Whether its to become famous or become a parent or just to be able to look yourself in the mirror. Well I'm a nobody still but have found my place in the world. It didn't take religion or self help tapes or therapy. It took listening to the inner voice and following what it said. Doing what I was pre programmed to do and being a single dad. I live my life as a writer in part. Be it my diaries or PPS write ups and experiments. Just like your bedroom as a teenager was covered in posters of your influences and obsessions, I live my whole life in that same way. I surround myself with splashes of my interests and pursued interests which I chose regardless or how it made me look to others. I don't know where I'm headed because of the simple fact that I've already arrived. The rest of my life is a holiday to offset the angst of the first thirty odd years. 'stop the world, I want to get off' I used to joke, and yet that's kinda what I've done.
But one thing I'm unsure of its whether to have a 'get together' for my 40th or to stand up against it and avoid one to demonstrate how it's no different to any other number. It merely comes after 39 numerically.
Anyway, we'll see.
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