It always blows my mind when I think about how “old” I am…especially in relation to the ages of the people around me, or people I see on television and in movies. For example, the show Friends. These people are in their early 20s when the show begins, and the pilot episode is Rachel on her wedding day! I’m slightly past my early 20s and I STILL think I’m too young to get married. But that’s just me I suppose. Personally speaking, I’m a huge kid, and probably always will be. Some of us are just lucky like that I guess! Anywho, yes, all in all, age will always be a weird subject to me. So much importance is place on it, yet why is there none placed on people’s actual maturity? I suppose because it’s not numerically measurable (as with all great things, right?). I, however, am much more fond of the latter. I’ve known plenty of people for multiple numbers of years (off and on), and everyone TECHNICALLY gets older, but to tell you the truth, not many people mature at a correlated rate. Growing up, getting older, and gaining an entire repertoire of life lessons will always be a very special thing to me. I just wish we all could realize that we’re IN the good ole days, before you’ve actually left them (For those hardcore Office fans, who can tell me which character quoted this?).
So why is it that I’m speaking about this subject today (which I’ve probably (most definitely) talked about a billion times already)? Well, In case you forgot, last week was when I shared the writing from the salon that I attended. It went really well! I freakin’ love writing salons, and wish I could find one to go to every darn week. It was a room filled with people interested in the same thing that I’m interested in… people who were actually interested in what I had to say… people who themselves had something interesting to say. It was absolutely amazing. I’m a fairly laconic individual (sans alcohol) in most if not all social situations where I know no one, but I seemed to come alive in that space. I met so many people and even kept in touch with them afterwards! I suppose in order to motivate myself, I really do have to find the things that make me feel exactly like I felt going to this salon. I did end up reading my piece out loud (to a listening audience!!), and received so much positive feedback. That’s why now, I will share the piece I wrote based on the previous prompt; age!
Honestly, yes, I’ve written about age so many times it feels like. I never know what I really want to say about it, or how even to express my true inner most feelings. Maybe this is why I keep writing about it… maybe in hopes that I will actually say the things that I’m trying to put into understandable words. My writing style is mostly very matter of fact and straight forward, which I do love. However, for the age prompt, I took a chance and made it a bit more allusive and poetic if you will. Is that what poetry is all about? Eh, I gave it a whirl, and maybe it’ll make more sense than when I’m actually trying to make sense… if that makes sense… Anyway, here we go;
It’s been with us as long as we’ve been alive.
Age, is a sign we’ve survived. As the construct of time slithers and writhes, I sense a new era riding in with the tides. The world keeps turning. Or is it more of a spin? Do the wrinkles in our skin mean we’re retreating within? I gaze as far as my eyes can see, for now. Even though I have to squint sometimes now. Isn’t it odd how we close our eyes more to see better? Upon sight of the horizon, more questions arise. What is the defining moment of a new dawn? The sunrise, right? It rises every morning and it sets every night. It’s a cycle. Is everything? Does history repeat itself? Will I too soon end up on the proverbial shelf? They say the average 4 year old asks about 300 questions a day. I’m sure that number drastically declines in years to come… because we think we know it all after that. We even stop questioning ourselves. For better or worse though, everything changes. Our molecular structure LITERALLY rearranges. Often with little, to no appreciation. Flipping my notebook to a brand new blank page, I rarely ever think about the last page, but more-so about my previous penmanship and sanctimonious scribes, and how this notebook itself has so far survived. Thrived even. The documented past is what we seem to believe in. The present a place we can’t quite seem to be in. What lies ahead, who’s to say? But it gives us a reason….
And ofcourse I read it with my slam poetry theatrics! I sort of liked writing abstractly though. I think it can give people a more relatable interpretation of what the particular subject means to us all, ya know? All in all, I’m really glad I get to still be childlike without too much backlash. Who would rather be super serious than fun anyway? Maybe some people. And good for them! Live your life! At the end of the day, don’t worry about what I, or anyone else thinks about you being exactly who you are or who you want to be. As always, let me know your thoughts on the subject, and on my pseudo poetry!
P.s. I actually struggled writing the age piece. I made several earlier attempts at writing something, but they were all terrible. One of my failed attempts went a little something like this;
“It hurts! When…. did EVERYTHING start to HURT??”
P.p.s. One of my favorite youthful activities is roller skating! So glad I got to do it this week. I really need to get my own pair of skates though, I’d totally skate everywhere.
P.p.p.s. The answer to the Office quiz is Mr. Andy Bernard! He quoted that in the last episode of the series.