Memoirs of an Ex-Teen

This is an official ode to my youth.

I’ve graced this earth with my existence for two decades now and all I have to say is- ehhh. As cynical as this sounds, age is a NUMBER- a number that flies by faster and faster the older we get. I’m not touched, I’m not sad, I haven’t had some super sweet adult epiphany or anything. It’s all the same. When we were kids our birthdays were awesome but we can’t remember why and it was probably because we were too naive to realize that it’s just the same as any other day.

DESPITE THAT -- brace yourselves for the uplift-- try to make your birthday different. Do your best to relax, if only that. We live in memories not years; we are defined by what we do and wish to do, not by how many days we’ve crossed off our lives. Have a good time. Remember the people you love and enjoy watching them prove how much they love you back. It is your day—or week for those of us who like to milk it.

Smile, laugh, mark the day by doing something that scares you, anything. TRY to remember it and breathe your way through the rest

For what i didn't say

Romeo and Juliet resonate the realities that we refuse to consciously acknowledge. Loss is a result of not only fate, but the sole factor that we can only attribute to ourselves—miscommunication. 

Unfortunately for their ultimate demise, I wasn’t there to warn them of their impending doom. Luckily for all of you, I stand here completely open. I have recently faced the reality of the fact that miscommunication brews in our subconscious and ultimately boils over. 

Speak your mind. Decide what you want—what you need— and take it before its gone. You make mistakes, we all do, but the biggest mistake is standing by and watching your potential fade away. 

Don’t let your desires stir in solitude- they’ll drive you to a world of rage that’ll prove uncontrollable. You're not mad at anyone— your mad at yourself for ruining it all. 

Why do we hold our breaths when walking into a cold gust of wind? Protective instinct? Fear? I called it masochism. 

Fight your predispositions. Walk into the wind without shivering, and take that breath as if it was your last.

Seriously?

Public transportation. Hate it, love it, leave it-- some of us have no choice but I'd rather not go into the injustices of my current situation. 

If you haven't experienced the BEAUTY of hopping from subway to train to bus and back, running through platforms and up escalators, I'll paint you a quick picture:

It's fucking chaos.

Especially in the morning. Everyone's tired and cranky and they are all thinking the same thing I currently am: Fuck this shit. 


For those of you who have no choice and can't take it anymore, Quit. Quit your job, drop out of school, I could care less.

Not the uplifting advice you wanted to hear? Then suck it up. I'm not your mother. Life's too short to bitch and my life is way to short to sit around listening to your complaints.


Sensing the approaching moral?


Get OVER it. Open your eyes and look at the world for what it is- a shit show. If your not enjoying the ride then you are ruining it for the people around you, the people that are trying to soak up as much of the world that they can before they can't. It's not exactly obvious but there is beauty still left for us to find. So stop bitching and smile. Enjoy the shit show for what it is- a great fucking time. Keep all arms and legs inside the vehicle at all time and if you don't, than don't you dare regret it.

Remember to breathe.

Dive In

For months I've contemplated walking into the dark room of the blogging world. Today, I decided to run.

I have been debating themes and titles for weeks now and decided not to think. Who cares if the backgrounds are pretty colors or the posts are not 'all encompassing'? I don't. I am joining the blogging world without a plan and guess what-- it feels great.

Moral of this post you ask? Stop sweating, stand up, bend over and DIVE the fuck in.

Ahhh yes, and don't forget to breath.