I’m living like a teenager again (with experience).

My twenties look to me, like they will be full of opportunities and a call to live my life as if it has just begun, because it has.

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When I reflect on what I was like as a teenager, I see everything I wish I did differently. I see the times where I should have tried harder and when I should have cared less. I see the things that I allowed to affect my confidence and the things I wish I were brave enough to do.

Funnily enough, I also hear a lot from people in their 30s and upwards, reminiscing on their twenties in the same way that I reminisce on my teens. They say things from โ€˜I was a mess, I had no clue what I was doing.โ€™ to โ€˜I wish I realised that my decisions weren’t doomed to be set in stone. I wish I worried less, I wish I realised just how young I was.โ€™

Iโ€™ve recently put two and two together and I feel like Iโ€™ve cracked some sort of code. What is stopping me from treating my twenties like my teens with experience? Here, I have the benefit of vicarious reinforcement mixed with my personal experiences. This realisation feels like a second chance to live as young as I still am, with the freedom I wish I had when I was a teenager. It’s time to turn my ‘I wish I…’ to ‘I will now, because I still have a chance.’

My twenties look to me, like they will be full of opportunities and a call to live my life as if it has just begun, because it has.

I will be 30 years old in nine yearsโ€™ time. And I will use those nine years to live more fearlessly than I ever did when I was a teenager. And when I turn 30, there will remain so much more life for me to live.

I will not let the fear of how others will perceive or interact with me and anything I produce, to stop me from following my heart with whatever it is that I create. I will not hold myself back in fear and I will not allow hesitation at the sight of the unknown to transform into stagnancy and never giving anything a try.

I will start things and lay them to rest whenever I feel the need to do so, because doing so is not the end of the world. Thatโ€™s something I learnt in my teens. I will try my hardest to disallow anxiety from ruling my life. Thatโ€™s something Iโ€™ve learnt from those who are older than me. I wonโ€™t have a fear of the future because every moment I live is the future and I have always been fine, despite not knowing what any day holds for me.

How blessed are we to have the gift of retrospect mixed with that of vicarious reinforcement! Those who are older are advising me and I am advising myself. In doing so, I am paving a life that is full of endless possibilities, one where I will no longer hold myself back, and where I can continue living a time in my life that I thought was long gone. Itโ€™s here right now, it never went anywhere.

I must continue telling myself that my decisions are the beginning rather than the end. Iโ€™m not scared of making mistakes. Despite how regret makes me feel when I feel it, I would prefer that feeling to the numbing question of what if.

I have allowed myself to see too many things as final and itโ€™s put obstacles in my path. So, if I am the only person that has ever held me back, I am going to get out of the way!

Are you in your own way?

Finally

From the park on February 23rd. I could feel the beginning of spring on this morning as I sat on my favourite bench for the first time in months. It made me happy.

Did You make it through winter?

did you sleep through what you thought was winter
with 2 blankets
only to open your eyes and find
that it was still dark,
causing you to roll over
and stay in bed for longer?
But then realising that troubles donโ€™t last,
did you wake up one day
to the sun shining outside,
finally,
onto dry pavements
and windowpanes?
Has it happened yet,
that you feel optimistic
for the year ahead
despite the chaos all around
and uncertainty of each moment?
Among it all,
is joy filling your heart
slowly but surely from the bottom up,
lovingly deciding to stick around
until the end of year celebrations?
Have you yet recognised
the power to achieve anything you desire
as the thing that you carried in your arms
day and night
throughout this season
as the dark sky overpowered
the presence of light in your life?
Are you now seeing what is confirmed
as hope at the end of your tunnel?
They said things are looking up
and itโ€™s the first time
youโ€™ve felt that in months
now itโ€™s real
You made it through winter
whether you dragged, drugged, persuaded or willed
yourself to do it
in the face of all your tribulations
You did it
and you will do it again,
just like you always have.

Uncomfortable

After realising you
We sit together for a while
You, a truth Iโ€™d hate to accept
And I, the one who needs you the most

While my gut, the one who is deep inside
Says thereโ€™s something about you
That doesnโ€™t sit right

I canโ€™t put my finger on it.

Do Not Be Intimidated By Faรงades

Today I realised that when what I do gets no attention, I must consider that perhaps I’ve been doing it for myself all along, and this was necessary – the way it was meant to be.

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It’s one of the things that you forget about when it matters the most. You may only remember it at the height of worry, self-hatred and loathing.

You may realise, that a lot of what you dislike about yourself is an indirect result of what you like about other people. For some reason, the presence of their strength only highlights your flaws, as if youโ€™re meant to be two peas in a pod – when really, they are someone you just saw online, or someone in your life who is so similar to you that they might as well be a reflection of you โ€“ an incomplete one at that, since right now, you have placed them in a category above yourself. Nonetheless, their proximity to who you are or who you want to be is actually irrelevant. You just forgot that.

You forgot that you should not be intimidated by faรงades, as much like the people around you, there is a polished version of yourself that you present to the world, the acceptable and most ideal version that is available. Somehow you forgot that other people are also presenting their best, fake, and aspirational selves, and youโ€™re allowing yourself to be intimidated by them!

This is a sad story that weโ€™re familiar with, and if youโ€™re not, I admire you because Iโ€™m not there yet. Itโ€™s truly frustrating when you forget about what matters when it matters the most. I forget that when I compare myself, I am chipping away at my happiness. I also forget that holding myself back in the fear of failure and disregard is in fact stopping me from ever having anything to hold or improve on.

Today I realised that when what I do gets no attention, I must consider that perhaps I’ve been doing it for myself all along, and this was necessary – the way it was meant to be. This is a way for me to understand that attention doesn’t hold any value, and that not everything I do must be done in the hope for commendation and awe. Thatโ€™s what matters when there is no one looking my way and I’m consequently being overly critical of myself.

When you’re restricting your potential, what matters is the fact that if you donโ€™t start now, who knows when you will? You should start. What matters when you feel insignificant is the fact that the only noteworthy significance is the one that you acknowledge about yourself. Now it doesnโ€™t matter how people perceive you.

So, do not be intimidated by faรงades, because what matters in that moment of intimidation is that it is indeed a faรงade โ€“ it is hardly real. And even if it is real, itโ€™s not a cue for you to feel small.

Every time your hope feels lost, shift your focus to what actually matters in the moment. Youโ€™ll dispel many myths about who you are and what you should truly be concerned about, and your mind will feel just a bit closer to free.

A long walk that jill scott would be proud of :’)

Recent footage mixed with an old conversation. My favourite line in it is, ‘do not be intimidated by facades.’ Those words have been ringing in my ears from before I said them in the video, all the way to this moment. We’re aware of how contrived so many things are in life, yet we allow ourselves to feel small in their presence. It doesn’t sit right with me; I am trying to work against it. Anyway, there’s more than that in the video – I hope you enjoy it! (Also expect a post of some sort soon, about why you shouldn’t be intimidate by facades).

Tomorrow

what is it about Tomorrow?
so full of hope and promise
Tomorrow that keeps me going
because life will be clearer then

Tomorrow iโ€™ll turn on all the lights
and film myself dancing
because iโ€™ll be up to it,
in a better mood, better

i will go for a walk
because i could use the fresh air
and i will feel inspired
to start something new

but when Tomorrow comes around
nothing changes but the hours
this old bed is still so low
and my inspiration is still so far

Tomorrow, a day away,
is truly further than that
so far that it isnโ€™t real

so i wonder when i will feel better
and have the strength to do what i desire
since Tomorrow is an empty promise
that never comes around

-ther

We are different yet somehow the same, predictable while completely unknown, we see ourselves in each other despite foggy mirrors, there must be something inside that we identify with, something that calls us home in each other only to make us homesick by the time we meet, we are sick of each other with no where else to go, and those that take their own leave are grieved for a while before we focus on ourselves again, we are all so special yet extremely unsensational, our lack of individuality causing projections of inferiority toward each other, only to gather by the fire when itโ€™s cold at night to sing togetherness to life.


Who are we to each other, and do we belong together? Who is to say whatโ€™s right and wrong when weโ€™re replicas of each other, you, myself in the future and me, yourself from the past. And us in the present is a ball of confusion, wondering how we got here, easily forgetting that one leg was yours and the other was mine, we walked here together. And weโ€™ll lay in bed together too, the one that we made, with our full and divided attention, and weโ€™ll tug the cover from each other as dawn turns into dusk, opening our eyes to the foggiest silhouettes and reflections of each other, with fear and recognition hanging in the morning air.


Reading this back, I can see how it may be interpreted as a take on a toxic relationship. This is partially correct, but I would like you to scale it up. It is about the dysfunctionality of the human race – something cliche but eternally true. We have the Conservatives and the Labour party, Democrats and Rebublicans, pro-life and pro-choice, capitalists and the loosely opposing socialists and communists. Funnily enough, despite their differences, none can exist without the other. Humans disagree with eachother all the time, yet we are extremely codependent. We love and hate ourselves simultaneously. It’s like we were born with an autoimmune disease where discontent continually ferments on the inside. Yet, it is chronic and can never be fully cured, only managed. We can’t live with ourselves niether can we live without. This is interesting.

The invasion of the Capitol in DC made me think about a lot yesterday and this is one thing that came out of it. Yet, in hard times I always feel a small degree of safety, somehow. Not as if harm will never reach me, but more that there’s something inside me that will keep me truly protected. I think that’s God. I will never stop being passionate though, or unfalteringly aware of the dangers around me as I live with humans just like myself, who spew love and hate both inwards and outwards as long as there is breath in their lungs.

Company

I give my dying passions a warm goodbye,
Thank you for helping me.

They are loves Iโ€™m no longer fixated on,
unfinished stories with pens drying beside them
and movements I grew away from

In leaving them all I forged an extension of myself:
– an incomplete project is still worth commendation
for at one point it kept me company
and thatโ€™s all there is to it

Iโ€™m no longer frustrated at what I stopped doing,
lost interest in,
simply abandoned

For my heart knows when it meant a lack of effort
and that is a different story

But to the things that faded away with time,
I appreciate what you did for me.

And I look forward to what Iโ€™ll embrace in the future
While holding tight to my current loves
as if Iโ€™ll never let them go.