Five Lessons My Twenties Taught Me
I’ve never thought of myself as a “Therapist”; more so, a human being privileged to learn about himself through the stories of others . . . and my twenties taught me a lot!
I am now thirty year’s old. Although I feel young at heart — and many would argue that I am, in fact, still young — the beginning of a new decade beckons me to pause and reflect upon the lessons taught to me within the classroom of my twenties. I’ve used writing to reflect ever since I can remember. I have pages and pages and pages of journal entries filled with chapter’s worth of streams of consciousness; I have whole books to go back over, to help me draw a distinction between the boy who used to look up at the stars at night and the man the stars observe now. Whilst the essence of who I am hasn’t changed much, little nuggets of wisdom — both earned and forced upon me — have emerged.
“Life is a mandated curriculum. We do not get to decide whether to attend the school of life or not. Rather, it is the price we pay for breathing air into our lungs.”
If my twenties were a classroom, I was the least motivated student in the cohort. I was not…
