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.
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.
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