A Coming of Age

I have reached the grand old age of 28, and will reach the big 3 in 2 years time. I feel old.

I know many of you will disagree, but do allow me to bemoan the passing of my youth. I promise to be quick about it and not be a whine about it.

It really didn't seem too long ago that I was still a fresh-faced 19 year old, waiting to start life in the university. Life was good then. I was happy; I had loads of time to do the things I loved doing; I had friends. Life was simply good. But then again, life was simple as well. I didn't have much to worry and think about except for myself - what to study and when to study, where should I hang out with my boyfriends, that sort of inconsequential things.

From then on, life seemed to have gone past in a whirl. I graduated from university; I joined the ranks of working people; I lived life. Living life - that seems to be a euphemism for the foolish stupid mistakes and wrong choices people make. There're seemed to be a block of time in my life that I have little memory of; it could be life was such a whirl that that it simply whizzed past and I hardly took notice, or maybe it's because that period was far too full of mistakes and stupidity that I chose to erase my memories.

But time has come and gone, and no matter how we lived it, whether we lived it well and good, or whether we squandered it away, there's no turning back of time, and her I am, at 28 years of age, wrint a blog about 'my life'. Were there any regrets? Not many people would have answered "No". Are there parts of my life I wish I could change? Seriously, even if I had the chance to relive my life, I'm not sure which parts I would have kept and which I would have thrown away. How does one decide which path is better? Even if I had gone down the other paths, I have no idea what it would have turned out really. Instead of thinking about what could have been, our best bet would be in living out the rest of our lives as best as we know how. There's no redeeming of time, and we really shouldn't have to do that; to redeem our past regrets through our future. It's an unnecessary pressure we put on ourselves, trying to 'redeem the past'. What's past is past, and what we have in front of us is our future. We may have lost our youth in pursuing foolish things, but that doesn't mean the rest of our life is gone. We do still have the rest of our lives in front of us, to do what we want to do with it.

Remember, it ain't over until the fat lady sings.