I WRITE AGAIN: Out of the blue expression: 25 years and 10 days later...

I WRITE AGAIN: Out of the blue expression: 25 years and 10 days later...

My fingers led me to look back some nine years ago, how I looked or regarded my 25th birthday when it dawned and sprawled. They usually say that being in mid-twenties is like a quarter-life crisis for many of us. I think that it was true for me then.

Now, it's just good to look back after all those years and know that in all those ups and downs of my life I stay on course. I am much stronger and happy to look at the brighter side of things in life.

Life isn't perfect but it's always something to be happy about I must say!

Nine years ago, there was my younger self who tried to immortalized my being in the twenty-something and beyond. Now, I am on the road to being a classic. Reading that old blog article of mine once again is such a good reflection of the beautiful parts and the not so beautiful back then. Such experiences that I tried to reflect on back then led me to wade ahead my life.

To insert some lines from that old blog:
"A good friend of mine once said to me that she admires my maturity and deep thinking ability. It is such an inspiring thing to hear. Knowing that I am still a lad who must learn, achieve and succeed in all the aspects of life itself, this I believe is in preparation of my eternity."

Becoming

 

Semi-classical facets of me

They say that you cannot equate your success with your age. True. I think, success is inevitable to some who may already have achieved a lot in their younger years as much as throughout the rest of their lives. While for some, success doesn't fill in until later in life.

Life as we know it, does not give us all the opportunity that we so desire no matter how hard we try. Life is unfair as we always say. True.

Experience is the best teacher. True. In any experience, if you're intelligent enough and sensitive to the core, you will have some worthwhile realizations that you can bring forward towards the end of your life.

Growing up is not easy as much as growing old each year. True. I remember my dad who is now in his sunset years. Most often, I don't seem to understand why he would feel insecure and cautious wading through the remainder of his life. I tend to think and agree at this point that ageing and growing older isn't a fun part of existence. You will grow old, get tired, get sick, be left out and be alone to a point that no one will ever wonder if you're really okay.

Classic. What is being classic? Can I consider myself classic at this point in my life? They say classic is canonised by the adoration and colored by once own perpetual style. True, maybe. So I think I am semi-classical at this point in my life. My years had gone by and each year I look back at all the moments I spent with people, friends, love ones and family. The experiences and the success that came with my classical existence is all a picture of the ultimate classical being that I may become. The accolades and the recognition that will come by will soon become a satisfying reason to the classical existence that is me.

To say that being classic is being old and being left out may be a good way to look or define the word itself as well. If so, then maybe I am on the road to being a "classic" being.

Tomorrow, I will turn a year older and I will still celebrate and become proud of my successes, experiences (good and bad), the years of growing and the upcoming years of being older. It will all be my fuel to embrace a life that will come to pass, maybe tomorrow or maybe years from now, I don't know that for sure. The classical me, may become inevitable but I so look forward to become one in the coming years.

I am thankful to the things that were given to me. I am proud with all the achievements and the colorful hues of what life injected in my veins. I am reflective and almost teary-eyed to look at the window in where I am writing this short essat, just because I know that when I take my last stand somehow I will be remembered and be canonised as a classic. Potentially, in my epitaph I will be canonised as, "It is he, who never failed to laugh when things aren't so bright. It is he, who inspired people around him to achieve and become better. It is he, who loved to the most of his core even when he comes as if overwhelming and overshadowing. It is he, the classic being that is Jon."