“Your 20s are your ‘selfish’ years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time, and all the aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little, and never touch the ground.” – Kyoko Escamilla
Today I celebrate turning another year older and (hopefully) wiser. I’ve been informed that I’m far too young in life to start reflecting on things. No matter how old my soul feels, I’m actually still a naive little baby in the scope of life. I’m actually pretty cool with that.
I’ve always been the type of person that rushes everything. I applied to one college early decision because I knew it was right after one visit, never taking the time to give another school a chance. I chased down the start of my career path like I was a Cheetah hunting prey in the desert. I like my milestones to come swiftly and on my timetable.
So, at 26 I’m wondering where the hell did all the roses go and why didn’t I smell them when I had the chance?! The answer is that I never took the time.
Now that my professional goals are clearly on track, it’s time to get a little reckless in my personal life. I’m not talking about breaking ties with friends and family and getting a neck tattoo, I’m talking about making time for adventure.
Remember when you were a kid and you would lay in your backyard, stare up at the clouds and get lost in thought for hours? Or when your childish desires directly influenced your actions? That’s what the rest of my 20s are dedicated to. Impulsive choices, strange new hobbies and late nights.
I’ve always been really aware of my mortality, so the idea of not living the biggest, fullest, happiest life I can is terrifying to me.
The point of this post, I guess, is to remind myself that it’s never too late to start living the life I want. So here’s to 4 years full of travel, exploring, loving, and living exceptionally well.
Cheers to another year of never touching the ground.