“Apprehensive of my purpose on this planet has finally led
to the pinnacle of my youth to haunt me as the years go by, the inevitable existential crisis."
Unfortunately, our pilgrimage towards greatness has been cut rather short by our own habits. We’ve been trying so hard to navigate our way through life
to become the accomplished and centered persons that we think we ought to be, to the
point that our fixed perspectives have us on autopilot mode;
ignoring the beautiful unexplored floral landscapes, consisting of the unknown
and ‘what if’s’, crumbling from the pressure that we have placed on ourselves along with expectations from our family, friends and society in general. Our lives are no longer set on the exploration and
self-discovery paths that we yearned to venture when we were nothing but
wistful and juvenile, but now are atoned to predetermined paths, nihilistic of
anything other than the financial stability of white collar occupations, no
longer living to impact but surviving to get by.
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You can already tell I am part of the nagging idealistic diplomats of this generation, trying to build a revolution of the awoke however, people have been consciously aware of what's been going around for quite sometime, they aren't fighting the system anymore because they understand how it works and what they need to do to in order to benefit from it, which will vary from person to person. Regardless, I wish we all could hold on to that wistful thinking and mobilise our wishful thoughts to somehow maintain the juvenile creativity that conjured our wildest fears and greatest dreams. If we could implement that somehow into our future's then that would be extremely beneficial not just to ourselves but our country and those near as well. All the hopes and wishes I have for myself and all those around is for us to accomplish great things to rekindle our faith in humanity and make this life worth living for ourselves and generations to come
Wishful thinking is all for now but when the time comes, when the golden shimmering flakes of our prime are laundered
away by the passing decades, or as the final curtain call is made -our exeunt after the final bow- we will have lived a life of exhilarating feats, made
a change in someone’s life and maybe -by good fortune- have someone return the
favour. Our cups would overflow with the intelligence and understanding that
comes with the ushering in of old age accompanied by the nostalgic
contemplation of our golden days.
Featuring the gorgeous // Cindy Kamau
Featuring the gorgeous // Cindy Kamau
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