Age is Killing Me šŸ˜¢

I recently reminisced whilst visiting some old posts I had written. I was amazed to say the least. I expected my previous posts to show the lack of experience and knowledge, which I had not yet gained. In fact my amazement soon evolved into shame. I found and felt so much passion, I managed to evoke emotion within myself although it was my own writing. It led me to challenge my topics all over again, have a one man debate. It challenged me and I realised that is what I am lacking now.
As a “young adult” we fall into the trap of beating ourselves up when nothing is going according to plan. A lesson I’ve slowly learnt is that life doesn’t go according to plan, it may go but not according to plan. There is a stage we face, in between constructing and drafting the plan, and when we have to acknowledge that life will not happen the way we’ve always envisioned it. This stage is called confusion. It’s dangerous. The “not knowing”. I’ve been there for a long time and I think it began to strip my passion.
I apologise for the depressing intro, what I wanted to say is I need to revive Ms Lissa and there’s no better time than the present.

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