Countdown to the end of my 20s

In a matter of seven months, I will be kissing my twenties goodbye forever.

Although people do not really believe me when I say I am my current age and always say that I have a pretty young face, I find myself either taking such statements as a compliment or play around the thought of giving people fake ages. I guess it is a good thing that I look so young.

I can not recount how many times I wished I were young enough to actually look the age people give me, I would hear retorts from people saying I look nineteen, twenty-one, twenty-two, or twenty-four which happens to be the highest anyone has ever said about my age.

I remember when I turned sixteen, this was the year I forgot my birthday on the day I thought was not my birthday, this was the year I had my first ever boyfriend, this was the year I finished high school. A lot of awkward things happened in that year, it was more like someone tampered with the calendar. I look back sometimes to try to see what impact I have made concerning my life and the lives of other people, I try to understand my purpose in life. I still feel that life has a lot to offer and that I am merely just scratching the surface.

Coming from a large family, one would expect that I live life on the edge or that I am a very lucky girl who has had the easiest of lives while growing up. It goes way beyond all that, I am known to be a very reserved individual, a lonewolf, someone even used the word, ‘hermit’.

I literally laughed my ribs out the day I heard that one. I have had my very good times as well as my very bad times with life. You know what they say, “You have so much dreams, goals, aspirations, and then life happens”. The funny thing about that is that you do not even see it coming.

You know what the fun part of all these is? No one believes me! I always have to argue with documents, back and forth, all the time. I wonder if, like me, other people feel this way too. Sometimes, it is exactly like you are lying to make yourself appear mature. The whole point about growing is how much good you give out, how much responsibilities you can successfully take on, how much compassion you can give to humanity, how much of your time you can quickly heal from mistakes or heartbreaks and so on.

One should be able to look back and happily say that they made it, they lived a fulfilling life and as much as they hated to face challenges, have struggles or personal issues, they gradually and completely conquered all of life’s baggage. That, the true meaning of living.

Now that I have seven months left before my twenties finally pan out, it is only proper that I make the most of it. Again, I believe that for me, life is just beginning and there are still a whole bunch of things to do before the world ends. So, in bid of this, I want to use the remaining months to reach out to people, give more, worry less, finally find myself, know what really is important, and stay true to myself.

Article written by Adebusuyi Olajiire

ADEBUSUYI, Olajiire is a student of English and in final year of college. A budding writer still sharpening her skills on anything related to writing. She’s also very interested in photography and things of the art. Whenever she’s not brainstorming or buried in school work, you can find her on Instagram, Twitter, and Snapchat by the handle, @jiiresuyi. You can also visit her blog page, www.jiiresuyiblog.wordpress.com