For me, I never thought I’d see my 20s. Because growing up, I was a very unhealthy overweight kid and teenager growing up. I had heard of people not making it to their young adult lives because of being plagued by numerous health issues, being overweight one of them.
27 was supposed to be the big year I get my peace. Thematically appropriate and seeing I was born just day after Cobain died, literally, seemed perfect in almost all ways I could imagine.
As fate would have it, the younger me found themselves in a temporarily good place and life situation back then, and that plan, long planned and honed well, got scrapped in that momentary distortion of perspective. Having been clinically depressed for over a decade back then, in hindsight, it just seems so ridiculous to have dismissed all that so readily…
Oh the naivety and pure innocent energy of being young like that. And I’m not that much older anyway now, although the lens through which life opens to me has changed dramatically since.
Fucked up big time. Hasn’t felt the same ever since. That, there, was the time to do it if I ever was to do it. Now it all feels mundane in comparison and almost just undeserved too.
Imagine being born a day after Cobain died, then after exactly 27 years, die that very same day, turning exactly 27 years old then and there.
That just seemed so perfect.