Crisis at 19
January 19, 2012
Remember the good ol’ days when people had their crises in mid life, and it involved purchasing red mustangs and rocking jeans that stopped fitting a decade ago? Somewhere along the way we entered into an age when kids are drafting five year plans in kindergarten, planning their investments by middle school, and entering full blown crisis before prom.
My name is Alpha, and I use sarcasm as a communication tool.
But in all seriousness, its something that’s been on my mind for a long time. I had my crisis in the basement floor of a university library on my nineteenth birthday. I was suddenly struck by an overwhelming sense of inadequacy. Where am I going in life? I’ve not done enough? I’m not doing anything right. How will I make a contribution on this big planet? And so there I was, sobbing head down in a dingy cubicle on my birthday. Why? Because I didn’t have my entire life figured out by nineteen! Read the rest of this entry »
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