Mid-twenties.

They should've warned us. But then we wouldn't have listened if they tried. They should've banded together and tried their best to convince us, that these will be the fastest days of our lives. We would be so quickly whirring away, we wouldn't hear the last part of their sentence. (and even if we did, what were we to do about it? it's like driving a car heading toward a brick wall with the brakes gone bust.)

In the days that have passed, perhaps we have been deceived into thinking we had a choice, that we decided our life lines. But we didn't really, they were forged into our hands. Quietly inside, we knew the truth-- and we were secretly comfortable despite our complaints and faux rebellion. (Rebellion was never about demanding, it was about being heard.)

But soon there will be nothing left to rebel against but our own inner-demons. The demons that tell us to cheat, or take a bribe, or even kill. We have entered the days when our false perceptions have spontaneously formed into reality. WE ARE IN CONTROL. And I don't know what to do with all this control... and I know they expect me to know.

Within a year, we are walking down the lane of commitment and marriage. Within a year, we are strolling down with a dainty little creature, so perfect but also so recently, did not exist even in our wildest imaginations. Within a year we are making investments, paying for mortgage, owning vehicles, paying taxes, climbing up the corporate ladder, actively worrying about the country.

Within a year we enter the realm that once exclusively belonged to our parents, and had been theirs since we were born. (If that isn't scary I don't know what is.) Which kid could ever imagine that they would become their parents.

God be with you, peeps.