That time of year

It’s approaching way too fast. I woke up this morning and realized that today is my last day being 22 years old. This is kind of scary for me. That means that tomorrow I will wake up and be a year older. This kind of thing makes me reflect on life a little. Where has all the time gone? It seems like only yesterday I was graduating high school, or starting college, or learning how to drive. But judging by the date, those things happened a long time ago. Another year in the life of Jabba gone with the wind. What will tomorrow bring? Just a new number to memorize when someone asks me my age? Or is it a whole new chapter in the saga that is my life? Am I any more grown up than I was yesterday? Probably not. Will the guy at the door still ask to see my identification before he lets me into a bar? Will I still have to prove my age in order to order a beer with dinner? Probably. Do I look older? I am still working on growing those sideburns I’ve been longing for for the past ten years. I don’t feel any older, but this is how it goes. Next thing I know I’ll be 43 years old and still wondering where my life is going or what awaits me around the next turn. I guess it’s true when they say you never grow up, you just grow old. But it seems like I just turned 22. Now an entire year has passed and I don’t even know where all the time has gone. I guess if I take a step back, a lot has happened in the last year. I know I didn’t own an awesome toaster oven a year ago. I didn’t have a tiny batcheloresque apartment a year ago. But am I any closer to my goals? Graduation? Fame and Fortune? I don’t think so. But I know I’m getting older and things are just getting more and more confusing and unsure. My mother was my age now when I was born. She had already been married for over five years. My dad was working on a PhD by this age. I don’t know where I’m going to be in five years. Heck, I don’t even know where I’m going to be in one year. Who am I going to know two years from now? Am I even doing what I want to do with my life? I know I’ve been working on a few undergraduate degrees for way too long. This is that time of year when thousands of questions come up in my mind and I can’t find any answers. I always thought that the older you get, the clearer things become. That is turning out to be the biggest misconception ever.

4 Comments

Fadda MonOctober 24th, 2006 at 19:30

I only have one (short) answer: Yep!
The long answer is the one that counts: it is really quite long (life-long)! Where did you come from and where are you going? Who owns you? What are his goals (for you)? Are you trying to figure that out, and pursue those goals? Otherwise, you just wake up one day at 53 and feel exactly like you just described at 23. BTW: Happy Birthday!!!!

TrabbaOctober 25th, 2006 at 05:21

Happy Birthday Jabba!!

MuddaOctober 25th, 2006 at 11:04

Happy Birthday! I think as you get older you realize how valuable time is. The people who spend it chasing after money seem the unhappiest to me. Live simply, treat everyone with kindness and remember to send your mom flowers now and then. Ha!

EvensonOctober 28th, 2006 at 04:36

You’ll be over here in five years; enjoying a cool Weißbier under the warm Bavarian sun. Happy Birthday!

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