This year's birthday was hardly typical. I did have a few hours of great people and good music to count for it. Two submissions due, craziness ensued
until I came home in the night ready to get to my bed.
I think the whole "OMG, am I turning 25 this year?!" moment happened a long time ago and then nothing yet. But 25 does feel like the age you should be given the medal to have reached. Your parents too
should be given a medal, I think. And all relatives and family friends must be banned from
asking anything about the most hated 'm' word.
With every year you age in the later 20s , it feels like you grew a decade older as opposed to just a year. It feels like if you don't do all the things you've always wanted to do in your life now, you never will. Which
is probably why it is scary to grow older at this point I guess? don't think I totally subscribe to that thought but I hope after 30,
I'm just chilling and I don't really care.
I must have been high during the new year to think I have no resolutions. I should have just started with, try and learn to be concise and precise. Long winded
sentences, half baked sentences, just cannot be excused anymore. God, it has come to my notice after all these
years. Not like I haven't said it before but I admire people for having
listened to me (or ignored successfully and never let me realize) but just goes
on to show there's always scope for improvement. Learning to pick myself up after every fall also seems to be a recurring theme that I might have to consider a late resolution, this semester for sure.
I also think the
whole point about reaching the wrong side of 25 is to start getting your shit
together. You are where you are because you wanted to get there, or your
actions got you there. Own up and act the part to perfection. That's the advice I'm
giving myself anyway.
The funny part is, most songs of Oasis give you such a 80s rock feeling that they hardly feel like they are from the 90s but your opinion is definitely changed when you watch the video. This is a recent discovery, and God, am I addicted to it.
(I found this draft randomly and I wonder why I didn't post it. It doesn't even seem incomplete that I can leave it for the next one. So going ahead and posting it for the sake of the effort that was made)
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