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.

pain isn’t permanent.

sadtumblrwallpapers28229The pain isn’t permanent. It goes away as graceful as the sky fills with colour after a storm. As temporary as a pavement of chalk beneath rain. So don’t worry. Once today’s pain is yesterdays, you’ll be given a clean slate to make a mess.

Live your days like stepping stones, as if it’s the only path you have. You’ll gain balance and strength with each stride and live life with no desire to look back. One day, you’ll be so fortunate you pushed through and only then will you see, why the path you had to take, brought to you to where it did.

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.

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.

the other side.

teeter-totterThe less they give the more you want and the farther they are, the closer you get. You can’t seem to understand balance. That life is about finding someone to sit on the other side of the teeter tooter. Someone who you can trust, that won’t let you fall. Someone who will lift you up or help you down but won’t let go.

But in case that seat’s empty, when you’re walking past the park, remember balance is also the ability to stand on your own. Balance is a bike ride, forcing you to move forward in order to stay upright. To understand balance is to finally understand the ability to hold on, or let go, but not fall down.

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.

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.

what the 20’s taught me [guest blog]

As a twenty-three year old myself, I’ve struggled with summarizing what the twenties have taught me so far but this guest post from Tweets and Mascara is so appropriate and relateable for everyone in similar situations.


tumblr_lm2pq7GtZR1qknyxno1_500-1I’ve been in my twenties for three years now, and it’s taught me more than one could expect from a seemingly arbitrary time period. For each year of my twenties so far, I’ve complied a whopping list of three lessons that have stood out above everything else. It’s not meant to be advice, because no one takes it anyways.

 
1. Life is pure chaos. Your plan won’t work out. People will let you down. You’ll fall out of love with your job. You car will break down the week you’re trying to move. But as depressing as that sounds, it’s actually liberating. When I went to college, I was positive I knew exactly where I would be in five years. Now, five years later, none of that happened, and I couldn’t be happier. Having hopes and goals for the future is awesome, but in a less restricting way than “I’ll be married in five years, have a baby in six, move in seven.”
 
2. It’s okay to be wrong. I never wanted to admit failure when I was growing up, but my twenties have shown me that people respect people when they try. I put a lot of effort into everything, which is difficult when things don’t work out, but is absolutely glorious when it does. Even when I’m sliding in a major failure at work, people appreciate my passion and creative ideas, despite them being implausible and unworkable. When you keep trying, good things eventually happen.
 
3. I’m not going to say something as clichéd as “quality over quantity,” but when it comes to people in my life in my twenties, the crowd seemed to thin. Whether it’s because of job commitments, new relationships or moving far away, my large circle of friends have dwindled. But when I come home and need someone to talk to, I’ve got that more than I ever have before. The relationships I do have are so much richer.
 
My three years in the twenties have been turbulent, difficult and even tear-soaked (on occasion), but there have been more laughs, smiles and achievements than any other time period. Yeah, I might have stood in front of my executive coworkers and presented about social media, while wearing jeans and using terms such as “stalkers,” and “cat-videos,” but overall, being a mature adult isn’t nearly as bad as teenage me thought. Twenties is an empowering time, as you have your own capacity to make decisions, while still having leniency of “being young” as an excuse. So my only takeaway advice, would be to soak it in, because there’s nothing else like your twenties.