26 soon
I am terrified.
But not in the shivering in my boots way. Nor the horror movie suspense building way. More in the existential dread way that the average 20-something year old will undergo at some point in their life. I offer no answers, solutions, nor remedies for this.
I am going to be 26 soon. Most people by this age have a place of their own, a plan of their future. Something to show for their 26 years of existence. What do I have to show?
I want to say nothing, but this would be a lie. Best not to lie to myself. I have a relatively cushy job, material possessions, money in the bank. Friends, support networks, and family. Perhaps not the most ideal family dynamic, a roller-coaster. Ups n downs. I suppose that's normal. Seems so to me anyway. But at least I have all that.
I wish I knew what I wanted. This post is somewhat inspired from the movie Collateral (2004). Good movie. Neo-noir. I don't want to find out one day, that I've killed myself. Days pass and before you know it, you're dying. Dreams are dead. No ambitions. No mark left.