ZEN Bitchin'

I found this in my 16 year-old cousin’s blog over at tumblr. I’m not sure if she wrote this (it looked as if she got it from another blogger–a friend, presumably) or not. I’ve been reading her posts for quite some time now and I am quite taken by her eloquence. Am I glad to have stumbled upon her blog. I haven’t seen her in a long time. the last I did she was this chubby, cheerful, and affectionate girl who had hugs and kisses for everyone. In her sweet sixteen party, she had apparently blossomed into a pretty young woman, whose beauty seems to equal (if not surpass) that of her older (and only) sister’s. Thanks, K, for allowing me a view of your mind. Such beauty makes me feel the world isn’t such a dreary place, after all.

I have no doubts the girl can write. But this particular note got me thinking. Because this was something I would’ve attempted to write when I were young myself. Of course most of the details would be different: mostly because of the sex/gender divide; also because we’re almost a generation apart; and we grew in different parts of the world. But I guess the general sentiment will be the same.

When you are young you can’t wait to grow up and when you’ve grown old you can’t stop thinking about when you were young. One of life’s hard facts. And one vicious cycle.