I'm 27 but I seriously feel like I'm 50.
Normally, you reach the peak of your game when you're in your mid-thirties, but I honestly feel like I skipped that part of life's curve: I start off climbing up the parabolic graph of life then I suddenly stumble on a warp zone kind of shortcut that leads me straight to the other side. And now, I'm climbing down. Now that I think about it, the metaphor I just stated is a tad morbid.
I guess I encountered the proverbial turning point of life very early. Or I learned about life too fast. If I were blogging right now as if this was 5-7 years ago, I'd be completely different. I'd be super ambitious...like normal people. Now, what I want is contentment. I try to compartmentalize my life in a futile attempt to avoid total burnout. But when all life's dimensions only bring stress in all forms, I feel helpless. And depressed. The sad part is that other people trigger the stress. The arteries in my head are throbbing like a Jamaican steel band.
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This is the age of vanity and self-glorification. It's disgusting. You go to work, go home, go anywhere---sometimes even at church---and see pride everywhere. Worse than being oppressed is witnessing someone else being brutally stripped of her dignity. We are a double standard world...we judge people based on their income level. I abhor people who treat blue-collar employees like dirt. I'm tempted to wring their necks. I sometimes hope that these bad bad bad people get what they deserve. However, I'll leave judgment to God. May God have mercy on their souls.
ooookay...
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