I have always had life events to look forward to (like most people). That, in itself is not bad. The ish however is that  I  long for the next big thing so much that I miss out on the excitement of/in the season I’m in.

Elementary School; I failed to enjoy while it lasted. I wanted so badly to be in High School. High School came and went in a haze. College will definitely be lit, wouldn’t it? Nahhhh. That also went by with me feeling like I was trapped in the bottom of the icy sea. Me, a non-swimmer.

And so on.

My heart constantly palpitates at the thought of the next big thing that I fail to live in the moment. Eventually, I don’t get to enjoy any of the seasons.


That was my past life.

Now, I can divide my hair into four sections and color all four differently because… I can only be this way once.

Time waits for no man.

Living every moment as though it was my last.

Living in the now.

Those should be hashtagged I know 😬😬😬😬 but not today. The unconventional me has come to play 💃🏿💃🏿💃🏿💃🏿

Wassup y’all?  😜😜😜

Author: Siju Yusuf