twenty-seven
god bless these twenty-somethings
Chungking Express [1994], Wong Kar-Wai
At twenty-seven You will have Attended funerals For two people You went to high school with. Your years Will be measured In how many Weddings And baby showers You attended. And social media Will become A scrapbook Documenting Engagements And First steps And First words And Final words, too. At twenty-seven You will hold Your childhood friend’s First baby And watch Another childhood friend Say, “I do.” And On some days You might wonder why It hasn’t happened for you But On most days You will be so happy To still have The luxury Of selfishness. At twenty-seven You will Talk to cute boys And stop When you grow Bored Or Tired Or Annoyed. You will Go out to bars With nothing but Your cellphone And ID And your favorite lipgloss. And you will Let a man Or two Or maybe three Buy you a drink. Give them all A fake name A fake number And never see them again. You will Come to realize That sometimes A season Lasts only for A night. You will Indulge yourself In the pleasures of Conversations With strangers Who never become Anything more. And kisses That lead nowhere But the storybook Filled with memories To one day share with Your children Or grandchildren Whenever it is You choose to have some. At twenty-seven You will fall In love And out of love And in love again. And you will Always be okay Because... At twenty-seven You have learned That your great love Has always been The one Looking back at you In club bathroom mirrors. And You’ll understand Now more than ever That life Is fleeting And youth Is impermanent. And so You must Live now For you Will never be younger Than you are today. And You must Live immediately For The future Lies in uncertainty. And You cannot afford To waste this life Living For anyone But yourself.




this is beautiful & felt so deeply 🫶🏾