In one of my throwback posts, I will be posting an article I wrote in eleventh grade after 26/11 happened in India. I haven’t felt sadder that this article I penned years ago during an English essay class is more timely and relevant in what is going on with the world today.
Two months ago I turned 24.
If you had asked me exactly ten years ago what I’d be doing on my twenty-fourth birthday, back when I was a bright-eyed high schooler, I would tell you that I’d be already married and expecting my first born by now.
When I first saw the news that Chester Bennington passed away, I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. I immediately cracked open Google to make sure his Wikipedia page wasn’t updated with the hope that this was another elaborate hoax.
“Are we living to die or are we dying to live?”
I’m scared of being a parent.
In fact, I’m terrified of being a parent.
Coming from a society that tells you to bite your teeth and endure even when the world is burning around you – you’d be scared to procreate and make someone like you. Growing up, I had an alright childhood – we weren’t very rich nor were we very poor and even if we couldn’t afford the privileged comforts most kids had, we were satisfied.
As I listen to Jin’s solo song from BTS’ latest album (Wings: You Never Walk Alone), I can’t help but relate to it.
The song in question is ‘Awake’, and as I begin to lay the foundation of where I see myself going. I find the song serving as a mirror to what I’m currently experiencing.