I can smell it. Each day I wake up: I feel like I’m still in a dream. My entire 20s akin to a sunset. My emotions, like a wave of tsunami no one can stop. When something inevitable is about to happen, the wait move in slow-motion pace. You want to rip your hair out, you want to scream, you contract your body and remember to breathe. There’s nowhere to go. There’s nothing you can do to stop it.
My Turning Thirties friends share the same sentiment. You think about the last decade and wonder if you could have done better. Then you realize the fact that you did everything you had to do and could do at the time. Then in all of the thinking you’re doing, it just wants you to take a nap.
At some point you’d feel like a zombie. Buried six feet under by time. I wonder what kind of breath of life I’ll need to resuscitate me.