Today is my birthday. I turned 20 today. When I was a kid I used to always love birthdays. Always looking forward to receiving presents and eating ice cream cake and spending time with my family and friends. Now here I am. 20 years old and grown up. It doesn’t feel any different than any other day anymore. I don’t have anyone to celebrate it with. Hell the way I see it I’m just one more year close to dying. My life is like 1/3 already over and I’ve accomplished nothing. But oh well it doesn’t matter. I hope anyone who bothered reading this is having a better day than me.
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Sweetie, 20 is not even one third of the way through. For a start, average life expectancy is about 80. Also, I don’t count the first 10 years because we barely remember them anyway 🙂
Hopefully that didn’t sound patronising, it wasn’t meant that way at all. I would just love to be 20 again. You really do have so much time, I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but in 10 years you will look back and think, ‘wow, I really was young then!’
Is there something you feel like you should have accomplished by now?
Maybe I am just being silly. I feel like there should be something I should have accomplished. I just feel empty. I don’t know what to do in life. Everyone I graduated with is all in college doing their own thing and I’m just sitting here clueless. Once a few months ago my car broke down and I got help from an older man and his wife. He told about what he did in life. He did so much. Like I want to be just like this guy. Hell he even had the same name as me. He gave me advice. Told me to “just get a job”.
Well, I’m not the best example of someone who’s had a full life, but I have been told to just do something. Anything. At the very least you will discover what you don’t like which could lead you to what you do.
The man told you to “just get a job”. This reminded me of a quote from a fantastic book – ISHMAEL, by Daniel Quinn:
“Get a job, make some money, work till you’re sixty, then move to Florida and die.”
Just wait. It gets so much weirder.
You don’t want to know what I was doing when I was 20. It would probably sound interesting, but it involved an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out how to open cans of soup without a can opener. My one accomplishment by the time I was 24 was figuring out how to do it like a pro. Just hit the can with a rock until it cracks open.
What an excellent story!