At this stage in my life, where I have begun to walk away from the rebellious attitude of my teenage years—that period when I thought I knew everything and every single law or rule was invented by a smart ass to annoy the—you know what—out of me—I declare that I am confused.
I am currently on an elevator ride; stopping on every floor; not knowing whether to step out and explore; simply pressing all the buttons; waiting for a signal that would guide me into the right floor.
Will I ever make it to the top?
At this stage in my life I have declared: I am confused. However, I never said I am lost.
I think I know this elevator well. It takes me to the different levels of life, where I will be broken and built back up by the new experiences, giving me the strength and wisdom to press the button that will take me to my floor. And if I make a mistake by getting off on the wrong floor, I will step back on the elevator and continue to press buttons until life begins to make sense.
Will it ever make sense?
And to think that a few years ago—when mom and dad were the most useless, ignorant, unconscious, and oblivious human beings on this planet—I thought I knew all the different levels on this elevator ride.
…I have just started to explore.
8 comments:
I love this analogy. Also, it reminds me of that quote "Not all who wander are lost."
I truly love this post. I feel the same way- confused. Maybe sometimes what you need is a push out of the elevator on a floor you would never think of finding yourself on. Hopefully the next floor comes soon.
Much love,
Sophia
You describe the ambivalence of the post teen years so perfectly, yet as I approach my late twenties (cringe!) I perhaps know myself a little more, but still feel clouded by confusion as to what the next step should be...
Hola alquiles, aca estoy, ya se que estube desaparecida, pero es poqrue me quede un tiempito mas en Brasil, alejada de lo habitual y por eso decidì apagar mi celular y no prender la compu asi me desconecto bien bien. Como va tu vida? los estudios? el frio invierno pega duro no? Aca me muero de calor, pero por suerte estoy todo el dia en la pileta, nos estamos hablando dale? Adios
I love how you used an elevator to describe your life. great post!
What a perfect analogy. It does seem like an elevator. But take it from me who was once stuck in an elevator for an hour & 45 minutes (we hit the "Help" button but apparently the service guy was out to lunch) that eventually the service man will come & start up the elevator again so you do reach the your destination, wherever it may be. =)
thank you too for the sweet comment day! *Hugs* I guess I just gotta get back on the elevator. =)
This is one of my most favorite posts of yours yet. Brilliant.
You are such an amazing writer. I'm so happy you have a blog. :) Even if it's just for my selfish reason of wanting to admire your writing and learn from you!
oh I agree, I am lost but I am also a bit confused lol..What a great analogy though an elevator...:)
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