this crazy thing called life.

fouciYlThere will be a day when you realize, life’s been busy changing. Your drinking buddy’s having a baby while your best friend’s tying the knot. The familiar faces of your hometown have scattered across the world and the girl whose name you once knew is the face of the biggest magazines. The jocks are chugging beers and the nerds are making money. The pretty girls still love the drunks while you’re just relieved you’ve moved on.

And on this day you’ll see, there are people behind you and people ahead of you in this crazy thing called life. We’re in a race, competing against a world that knows no rules and plays by no standard. No one comes out the winner and with that, no one comes out the loser. You’re tired and you’re gasping but as long as you keep running, you’re playing the game right.

we are the villains.

4779629510_9c822e0594We want to be the main character with a promising storyline and lovable flaws, but too often, we are the villains. Too often do we give ourselves the poisonous apple. We turn a gun on the people in our way and willingly put on the mask to taunt the damsel in distress that is ourselves. We walk away, head held high as everything we know burns in a dramatic explosion, for the monsters and daemons, they all live inside us. Our psychological wounds act as the red stain around our lips or the scar above our eye. It acts as the underlining story, making us the self-destructive people we’re ashamed to be.

for the animals.

tumblr_lp1akgJidR1qh81keo1_500_largeWhy can’t we speak for the animals? Why can’t we have a meat-free diet without being considered a hippie. Why can’t we have a love for cats without being lonely or stand behind PETA without being accused of following a trend. We can’t smile at a puppy without being weak or give the animals love back, without being crazy.

Perhaps animal lovers just need to find that love. Our therapists, our companions, our family. It’s unconditional. It’s irreplaceable. A love that can be felt with no words, no sounds, no grand gestures. A rare thing in life that reminds us that sometimes, love can be silent.

life in the 90’s.

tumblr_lhyezp46Ra1qaobbko1_500_largeLife in the 90’s were simple. They were easy. Our TV’s played cartoons, not the madness in the news. Stress was level 50 in Bop-It or the sound of your VHS, jamming in your machine. We expressed ourselves on Paint documents and through our latest Art Attack. Crime was a Mary Kate and Ashley episode including ghosts and amusement parks while horror was the theme song to Goosebumps, you forgot to turn off in time.

And in the midst of perfection, and our picket fence lives, there was death, and loss and tragedy. Meaning we have been taught to fear a world that once offered so much happiness. We’re no longer hidden from truth so we can no longer pretend it’s not there. Which leaves us to wonder, did we like the 90’s or did we like the opportunity to live in oblivion?

we live our lives held back.

cliff-jumpingStress is the stacking of bricks, melting into the soft ground beneath. It’s the little things, the loud noises, the never-ending cycle of burden. Stress is a boiling kettle, a staircase to nowhere, a sea of due dates and obligations. We live in a world that offers everything but owes us nothing and with that; there’s not enough time, not enough sleep, not enough strength.

They can tell you to relax, to calm down, to stop getting worked up over nothing but that’s like throwing a dart and missing the target. That’s like an empty promise that things will workout. So we live our lives held back, with no clue what to do, for stress is the weight of the wagon you continue to pull, leaving pieces of yourself in it’s tracks.

stop and look around.

tumblr_mfsvpxR8DE1s0dqi6o1_500_largeStop and look around or you’ll miss a puppy see it’s first flower, or a baby take it’s first steps. You’ll miss the teen on the bus give their seat to an elderly women and your secretive neighbor will hold open the door. You’ll miss one homeless person share their sandwich with another and you’ll watch a child’s face light up, with a new teddy in their arms.

You’ll look at your feet because life doesn’t deserve your smiles. You have the ability to be selective. To see what you want – to want what you know. And with every step you’ll remind yourself of heartbreak and pain. The humans that start wars and the evil on the news. You look down to avoid a truth you can’t stand. The world is full of messed up people. Broken people, and for as long as you let yourself hide from reality, you’re letting yourself be one of them.

10 q&A’s about my blog.

aboutmyblog1. What is the meaning behind the name, ‘Young & Twenty’ ? I chose to call my blog Young and Twenty because everything I write is about the parallels of this awkward age that we’re in. It’s the line between not a young teenager and not a mature twenty-year-old.

2. Did you have any other blog names in mind? Actually, my blog was originally called when we mumble. I always loved this because we mumble when we’re scared, we don’t want anyone to hear us, and that’s the idea behind the blog. Finally speaking up for things I was once too scared to say.

3. How do you experience enough feelings at once to blog about them? Although my posts discuss feelings I have once felt, they are not what I am feeling at the time. If I wrote a post every time I was extremely happy, sad or heartbroken, I probably couldn’t convey a clear message.

4. What is the process of writing a post? In regards to the above question, I write down words and phrases that come to my head while I’m in the middle of those emotions. Every post starts as a one-liner I have written in my phones ‘Notes’ app and I turn it into, generally a paragraph, from that.

5. Why did you start blogging? I was going through some hard times in my life, trying to decide how to get through my early twenties. I started keeping a journal but got bored of talking to myself. Then I started writing a novel but got bored of it going no where, so I started a blog where my writing possibilities were endless and I could talk to other people.

6. How many revisions does it take for you to finally publish? I write my post but I only re-read it and correct it after it’s posted. Phrases and words are always changed, even after it’s already gained readers. It really helps me to edit when I read it in the same layout as everyone else. Revisions can be up to 15+ sometimes.

7. What types of blogs do you follow? I love to read others blogs. I tend to follow blogs that discuss similar content to mine and are written in a style that can draw me in each and every post.

8. What time of day to your blog? I don’t have a specific schedule. Life can sometimes stand in the way of blogging but as long as I get a post out every day, I feel that’s all that matters. My writing is the same way. Posts are written minutes before they’re posted.

9. Do you every experience writers block? Absolutely. Losing both motivation and inspiration are of course, the worse things to happen to a writer. There were two weeks where I can admit, my blog was at a plateau and my posts became very scarce.

10. What do you hope will come out of your blog? I love having the ability to have a voice and the possibility to help others. It’s an opportunity I never thought I’d have. I hope to continue growing my blog and see if it will help open more doors in the world of writing.

start to live.

city-cool-emotion-glasses-reality-Favim.com-314033A house isn’t a home without the people beneath the roof. A vacation isn’t worth the trip without the culture you embrace. A friendship isn’t more then company until you learn to let them in and a relationship is only lust until you find someone to love. A job is simply work until you’re doing something worthwhile and your life is simply existence until you truly start to live.

Don’t give up too soon, for life has more to offer. The people will change and situations will happen. Those are things beyond your control. They’re not worth the pain. Find your outlook, find what’s right, and you will never search for happiness again.

we’re not the only one.

tumblr_lw3192ip4g1r4mycro1_500We build communities and groups, in order to link to those who’ve been through the same. We find extreme comfort in knowing we’re not the only one with a storyline behind us and the obstacles ahead. We’re all lonely and we’re all insecure yet we’re all jealous of someone elses pain. The heartbreak, the loss, the troubles. We’re just a bunch of people saying that won’t happen to me. Yet in the end, we realize bad things happen and life is hard, but that’s called growing up.

reinvent ourselves.

Don’t go back to the person that broke you but take your broken pieces and build someone new. Build someone better. Sometimes it’s best to be unrecognizable because it gives us one of those rare chances in life to reinvent ourselves. Sometimes need to be reminded that the worth running from because someone, somewhere, is waiting to give you a reason to wake up in the morning and fall asleep at night.