I turned 27 yesterday. Yeay!
Well, not exactly excited about that, though. I guess it’s true that through time you start to care less about birthdays (or getting older). It’s not that I already feel anxious about being old. I mean I’m 27 for God’s sake, I’m not like 57. But the pressure that comes with fulfilling the typical age achievement starts to build up on me. Yeah, I do feel rather anxious about being 27 while still in my state, that I found lack of 20s achievement. That makes me feel old for being me, me in this state. I realize and I logically agree that age is just a number and things can happen whether when you’re 27, 15, 34 or 60. But emotionally, I still find it hard to agree with. Especially, when my surrounding constantly reminding me that I’m going to be 30 before I know it or whatever, or that I am going to get too old for some stuff, or as a woman I’m going to be ‘expired’. Things like that should not bother me in the first place, but still, a mere human like me, no matter how hard I remind myself not to, I still feel bothered.
Anyway, 27 is a tough age, right? Some rock stars didn’t survive the age 27, hence the phrase ‘27 Club’. People like Amy Winehouse, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, and Kurt Cobain died at the age 27. Suicide and drug overdose, mostly. They could not handle the pressure of the world in their 27 mind. See, being 27 is tough… for rock stars. Luckily, I’m not a rock star. I have high hopes for surviving the threat of 27 Club and hopefully the other clubs to come. I’m grateful that I have the chance to be a healthy, happy, fortunate 27 year old woman. If my wish and dream could not be fulfilled when I am 27, maybe I can achieve something greater when I’m 37. Who knows, right? What I know is that I have lots that I want to do and I haven’t finished a friction of it. I hope that I’m fortunate enough to be given as much time to do all those things, moreover to have done it successfully.
So, happy birthday, self. Long way away, and you need to start running :)