The next 2 years
First of all, I see myself maturing a lot during this time. Both emotionally, and physically.
Then, I see myself being put out there into the real round world. Working with people from different cultures. Facing different difficulties. There are tons of new things I am being hit with right now.. It is scary.
"A: I don't know what I am gonna do. I am like.. am like... fucking lost!
B: Well, I think that's a good place to start."
But most of all, I am 24 years old, and I don't have the faintest idea what I am going to do with my life yet.
The step I am taking right now, into the unknown, into the doors of maturity, is generally being taken by others at 18. I have lost some time. It feels embarassing when others my age are already achieving so much.
But the bright side is that I stopped walking down the wrong path. The only reason I have been brought back from the dark side, is that I started getting love. I know it sounds corny, but it's true what the Beatles were singing,
"All you need is love!"
I've heard that the only way to turn back the most hardened criminal is to give him a woman's love. And now I felt it in my skin too. That was what I started getting a couple of years back, from my mother and my ex.
The 2 paths
It is a lovely Monday. The sun is shining, the wind is breezing through my window, and as I look at the calendar, something nice is looking back.
I just turned 27 today. Time to get up.
I can hardly pick myself up because my bones are aching. That is what happens when you keep wasting yourself after college is already over. "
Man, did we have a blast yesterday with the boys" - I'm thinking. Finally, I am alone, time to roll up a joint.
"Wake n bake then masturbate", you know it!
I am going to the kitchen to find some drinkable fluid to go with the joint. Then I ready my laptop, putting some erotic dance in to get me going while I start on the first hit. My lungs hurt like hell, but I endure. Because I need to get that high. I need it. I just need it so bad!
Meanwhile I am already over 2 joints, and I feel no high yet. Time to do something stronger. Let's catch up with our friend.
Within 1-2 hours, some bs mutual talk and hanging out later, I am finally back to be alone. To have my routine. To satisfy a hunger that can never be satisfied. To dot on a vicious circle.
"Finally, the awaited high! Now let's top that with a PMO!"
After I finish, I go to the bathroom to clean up. I look into the mirror. A guy with no conscious looks back. My hair is dry and is falling out. My mouth looks purple. My teeth are all yellow and dried out. My eyes are faded. My throat is sore. My whole body is hurting. I feel like fucking crying. I don't want this to go on. I want to change.
"Why am I such a loser? Why can't I change, huh??" - I start to cry. "Fuck you! I fucking hate you! Go and fucking die off!"[/i] - but I can't, it's in human nature to cling on.
I am all alone. I don't know what to do. I have nobody. I am so sad and lost. A voice in my head calls.
"Hey, do some drug and PMO, and this all will be better." And follow him I do, as I have no control. Days, months, years are just passing by, repeating this routine over and over again. I am living terrified in a circle that can never end.
Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoudler. What is this strange feeling? A touch ? And a woman's whispering? What could this be?
Slowly, I start to gain consciousness. My loving, gorgeous girlfriend is leaning on me, while she stares and asks, "
Are you alright honey? You looked like you were having some pretty bad dreams!"
"Oh, love! You would not believe it. It was as if I was shown what my life would have been like if I did not take steps to change it! It was scary real! Come on, I'll tell you all about it during our morning exercises!"
That night, as I finish my evening tea, which is a time to reflect, thoughts came about the morning dream. I am visualizing how my life turned out to be. I visualize the one in my dreams, and the one I have had the last 2 to 3 years.
From being this weirdo who people always avoided and looked away when they saw, I became someone people are happy to welcome and share things with.
From someone who was numb, both in appearances and emotional, I learnt to understand my emotions, my past and my present, and gladly sharing it with the people who are close to me, whom I trust. I look up to and learn from people I respect, starting from my family.
From someone whose health reminded you of a work camp, I became vibrant and energetic. My lungs and my inner parts regained functional health. My physics is great, and my mind is being sharpened every single day, for I belive mindfulness is key, forever.
From someone who was scared from life, I came to appreciate the unknown, the new, the uncomfortable, for I know that is what's going to make me grow as a human being.
From someone who was desperately trying to be perfectionist and cared so much about what other people thought, I slowly found my own virtues and standards. I became more mature and humble. I know what my inner self tells me to do, and I am going to keep doing it, no matter what others think about it.
I take a moment to feel humble for all the hardship life has put in front of me to overcome, and I say a prayer for all the people I am grateful for. Suddenly, a picture of myself finding YBOP pops up. It puts a satisfied smile on my face. I think to myself, "
It sure as hell wasn't easy, but was it worth it?"
Then, I picture my 2 paths,
"You damn bet it was."