Quarter-life

i've officially reached that "exact-quarter" point of my life - 25 years for those in the dark with what i'm talking about - and i'm face-to-face with the timely question of "what the hell are you doing with your life?"

contemplative mode on. i think i've gone past figuring out what to do (or at least for the most of the "to do" things), i think the challenge i'm faced with now is more on the "How" rather than "What". I was chatting with a friend a couple of days ago and, like me, she's faced with the quandary of "quarter-life crisis"; the constant pressure to be independent, to be efficient, to prove to yourself and to the world that you have reason to exist. no longer part of the "teen" roster, considered as the "yuppie" generation, it's the rat-race which will seemingly "gauge" what is considered success in our day and age.

success. this is the word most people my age fear the most. it's the opium that pushes young professionals to go abroad: greener pastures, better pastures. this is also often mistaken with the amount of money we are able to acquire. enter salaries, taxes and everything else monetary. enter "needs", "wants", "desires".

bottom-line, success nowadays is measured with a figure. you don't take into account happiness, fulfillment, nor the means you acquire said figure. morals, values and everything else a person might (or might not) hold dear are also not a part of the equation. for most, a person's "success" is directly proportional to his/her bank account. nothing more, nothing less.

sadness.

purpose, it's that lights a fire under your ass
purpose, it keeps you going strong like a car with a full-tank of gas
everything else has a purpose, so what's mine? - Princeton, Avenue Q


too pretty

thanks for spending the few hours of my 25th year with me. when you texted saying you were "too pretty" to stay home, i thought you meant something else. until i saw you. *insert expletive here* coupled with, "god. happy birthday to me." you make the "happy" in happy birthday.

i'm still just here. as always.

(ps. easy on the tequila/vodka combo. hahahahaha.)