Let me start in the
beginning. From 0-5, you don't know what's going on. EVERY single one of
your needs and wants is fed to you by adults. Heck, you don't even know
what your wants are. From 5-10, you just want to play on the
playground. From 10-15, you're just trying to fit in. Which group am I
apart of? Am I a nerd? Am I a rebel? Do I belong with the emo kids? Am I
a loner? Is everyone up my butt because I'm that darn popular?! You're
trying to figure it out. And lastly, from 15-20, you just want to be an
adult. Little do you know, although you're 18, you're not really an
adult. Yes, you can vote, but YOU HAVE NO IDEA what it means to be an
adult.
Let's get to your 20s.
Again, those first few years, you think you're an adult but you still
have no idea. More than likely, you're partying and clubbing your butt
off because you have a level of independence that you've never
experienced before. If you're in college, you're taking full advantage.
That's the way it should be.
But
ba-bee, come 25, ish gets real. If you're a college grad not born with a
silver spoon in your mouth, Sallie Mae is more than likely breathing
down your neck. You're probably thinking, "Oh, so this is what they call
life." However, you're still fond of that independence you've been
experiencing for the last 5 or so years, so you're still teetering the
line between ALL FUN v. ADULTHOOD. But that's ok; you're entitled,
you're 20something.
Here come
your 30s. They signify the fact that you're a survivor. You survived
your 20s. (I read that somewhere; it's definitely true.) Yes, they're
scary, especially 30. You get a week before your birthday to freak out
and that's it. Move on. Why? Because you are about to have experience
REAL life. REAL life, Shameka? Yes, REAL life. Hopefully, you've learned
how to manage your responsibilities while interspersing some fun up in
there. At this point, you realize that life is short, and it is
definitely time to live, whatever that means to you. You've figured out
the true meaning of friendship and can recognize real friends in your
life. You also know that people play different roles in your life,
whether they're the person you go to for advice, the person that you
travel with occasionally but not talk to on a daily basis because they
irk your spirit and you can only deal with them in small doses. You also
don't have time for BS. Point. Blank. Period.
Your
30s are your best years because it's only downhill from there, right?
Once you hit 40, they call it "over the hill", right? Then there's your
50s. And your 60s. No shade to these ages, as there is still life to be
lived. But enjoy your 30s before you start that decline on that "hill."
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