Tuesday, 21 September 2021

🎐 Youth πŸƒ

I skipped a month, there goes my post-once-a-month streak. 
It was good while it lasted, but it was difficult to keep up.
I broke the promise I made to myself, as always.

Honestly, there is nothing much to write about recently. It has been quite routinely, nothing much out of the ordinary happened. At least, what needs to happen will and has happened. Nothing is going to stop the time, once it is gone, it's gone. 

And the sudden realisation hits.
My youth is ending.

Then again, the age range for youths differ from regions to regions. But it is still going to end, some sooner than others, but it will need to draw to a close, regardless. It's scary how time flies so quickly that another chapter has to close.

The chapter has to close, so that another can begin.

I've been questioning myself this recently.
What have I done in my youth? Is there anything memorable?
Did I live my youth to the fullest?
Be wild, crazy, young and free?

The answer to most, if not all of the questions above is negative.

Thinking back, I don't remember much or anything that I did that is worth mentioning. Sure, there are both happy and regretful moments, but that's about it? My youth is flying by quite uneventfully and quickly. There are many things that I want to do, but haven't done.

I want to try travelling solo. But the pandemic currently isn't helping.
I want to spend money on things that I want. But it's expensive now.
I want to be daring and independent. But I don't think I'm prepared.

I keeping finding excuses for myself. I will not be able to get anything done at this rate. I need to take the first step, be daring and just drive myself forward. A couple of years left, and that is it. I won't be considered young anymore.

이사 κ°€μž
μ •λ“€μ—ˆλ˜ μ΄κ³³κ³ΌλŠ” μ•ˆλ…•
이사 κ°€μž
μ΄μ œλŠ” 더 높은 곳으둜

ν…… 빈 λ°©μ—μ„œ λ§ˆμ§€λ§‰ 짐을 λ“€κ³  λ‚˜κ°€λ €λ‹€κ°€
μž μ‹œ λŒμ•„λ³Έλ‹€
울고 μ›ƒλ˜ μ‹œκ°„λ“€μ•„ 이젠 μ•ˆλ…•

이사 (Moving On), BTS

Translation (from doolset lyrics)
Let's move. Goodbye to this place that we became attached to.
Let's move. Now to a higher place.

As taking the last box from the empty room,
I look back for a moment
Times when we laugh and cried, goodbye now