My youth, and when I say youth I am referring to that unique time in between ones second and third years in High-school when you are no longer a kid but not yet a pre-formed adult, felt like an overcast early summer afternoon. Velvety to the touch, insulated like no worries but when you are going to meet up with your friends, and hazy like the dopest times when you got high with your best friend.
I never thought that I would be able to bring back that feeling, but here I am sitting under a poplar in any city in Asia, prepping for the second to last series of finals for my extended undergraduate career.
The previous night I received an email that I had resigned myself to not expecting the day prior, and was happy. One of the biggest corporations in the world asked me to come for an interview, and I accepted of course; I'm no fool.
It could mark the beginning of my life as a real adult; give me the means to start a family, like bringing new life into this world status familia, as well as being more materially comfortable, like not asking myself whether or not I should go out and buy a two liter bottle of water or suck out the water from my tap, as if I were some kid hailing from northwestern india or some shit.
But, the thing is, as I see it from this youthful flashback I'm currently in, being that northwestern Indian kid worrying about when he's going to next meet his best friend to get high before the open house at that tits ass chick's house from Ms. Druckenmiller's English class, is dope and sustainable.
That real world I'm about to, and probably will enter into in the relatively very near future, is the real dream; temporary, wasteful and full of illusory benefits.
So I'm just going to fall back into this cloud of real life before I'm back in the clutches of another fake life; and all of you out there still lucky enough to be in your true life, hold onto it until your last gasp escapes your lips and they have to wrench your cold dead grasp away from the realness. Peace out my brothers and sisters!
