My wish for 28 years – to live as irresponsibly as possible
Last Sunday morning, I woke up to a bruise and cut on my arm. My first reaction was a groggy ‘how did this happen…’ The night’s events were a blur – I can’t remember much, apart from the fact that I had a Jägermeister without Red Bull (because who has Red Bull at 11pm at night), went on stage to do an awkward dance, and later had a Waterfall cocktail..
The evening started plainly enough. We were at Timbre, having its famous duck pizza. Then we had some beers, while commenting that the band was taking a really long time to come. It started playing only at 10.30pm. By then, I was half-yawning, thinking of my bed, and how nice it would have been to snuggle under the covers. When they came, they music was good and the drinks flowed. It was nice.
When I finally got home at 1am, I briefly recalled slipping after taking a shower. I landed right on my bum, which was no biggie. Then I went to sleep. Only to realise the next morning that there was a scrap near my elbow.
As a kid, I longed to grow up really fast. But now, an ‘adult’ in terms of the word, I wished that I could take off anytime I want (take a plane to somewhere). But plenty of responsibilities await me.
So here’s my goal for 28 years old – to live as irresponsibly as I can, while I still can because there is value to being carefree and careless (sometimes). We should not live our lives being cooped up in a wall of responsibilities, that we forget to enjoy and appreciate the roses outside.
And to my friends, I hope you’ll remind me to be that person I always was.