The Roaring twenties??
TS’s comment and a friend’s post prompted me to write this post.
When you are in your twenties, getting older is probably the last thing you worry about. There are so many more things that are confusing enough, without adding to it, what seems a certain but distant probability of being in your thirties, or forties or fifties.
You want to get rich. You want to find your partner. You want someone to come home to. You want to get married. You want that cool job paying big bucks. If you are still studying, you can’t wait to start earning. If you are earning, you want to have a lovely house and lovelier person to spend your days with. Maybe kids. Some day. You are not sure if he or she is THE one for you.You are perhaps, spoilt for choices. Every single person (more so if that person is a ‘cutie’) seems a prospective partner, till you discover that they are not. There always seems to be something that is missing.
You try to discover your identity. Maybe even your sexuality. Nothing that you want seems impossible. You are beginning to discover what it is like, to be responsible for the choices you make.
Somewhere along living this chasing-the-dream-life, you forget to take care of your body. Where is the time? You don’t exercise, you drink too much at too many late night parties. Smoke like there is no tomorrow. (heck—you are young only once, you might as well live it up or maybe you are just plain addicted to what you think is ‘the good life’) A proper diet is probably the last thing on your mind.
Slowly you discover that there always was a price to pay. It manifests itself in that slightly visibly paunch which you hide with well designed clothes. The few extra pounds are beginning to show around your waistline. Your face is beginning to have that slightly older look.
And suddenly, you are not as young and ‘cool’ as you thought you were. It is going to take a hell of a lot of effort to get back those six pack abs (if you had them or aspired to have them) or anything remotely like it.
Thirties and forties are different. But I’ll leave that for another day.
I don't know about you, but I'm sure glad that my twenties are over!! :-)