Becoming 27: Live to learn, Die to Graduate @emaodia

I seat in the dark waiting for the clock to strike 12am and cross me into the new month. I am evaluating the journey thus far and seeing how my 25th-26th year have been the most "bitter-sweet" years of my life. I have been educated, enlightened, broke, betrayed, scammed, traveled, had close calls with death and success, fallen into depression, been robbed, survived bad conditions, in summary I've been beating, broken and battered but I'm still standing. I have matured by going through the fires that purifies precious metal and am soon coming out well beaten and of Value, because in the end, the reward is the journey.

While many people like to say "the past is gone" I thrive on evaluating my past. It gives me the assurance that I am still on the right pathway in the Pilgrimage that is my life. 

Anyways, back to my story,  I've always introdued myself to people as a Distorter and life long learner until someone answered me in an unrelated conversation with "we learn everyday". The epiphany hit me, and I replied "We are all students and Life our Teacher...Death our graduation?", in that one moment I tried to evaluate all I had learnt over my lifetime and ask if I was ready for graduation, turns out I'm not ready for graduation I've not met the requirement to graduate yet, so I need to do more research and learn some more.

When you turn Twenty-Seven you start noticing the number, everywhere. Suddenly everyone else is Twenty-Seven, too: Every athlete and actor, all of the dead people who ever did anything. Your age is everywhere because you, at twenty-seven, are Just right, Just there and Just where you are right now: educated, but no longer preachy, no more being whiny; mature, and not yet fat. Twenty-seven is the last year of romance, ego and fantasy, it's the last year of Bold Moves. Why is the twenty seven year old such a complexity?

Esquire Magazine puts it this way: 

“They are old enough to be haunted, at twenty-seven, and thus old enough to be haunting… They’ve got you cornered, at twenty-seven. They are inescapable and inevitable and their enigma is everywhere you look for it, and Mona Lisa — who was twenty-seven when she was the Mona Lisa — smiles for all of them, when she makes you think she is smiling just for you". 

After all, Twenty-Seven is just a number. It’s the atomic number of cobalt, the number of countries in the E.U., It’s the number of bones in the human hand. Twenty-Seven is not a romantic blur, from up close, it's the end of the floaty years. 

I elucidate... 

The life we live is a projection of the things we have learnt over time, influences absorbed, characters imbibed, behaviors acquired,  skill gained, Talents manifested, etcetera etcetera and so on and so forth. As such the definition of life and what it brings to us is a question who's answer has eluded and perturbed scholars and learner around the globe for scores of centuries. 

The career paths we take shapes the style,type and quality of life we live for the rest of our existence. I have choosen mine,  "Social Entrepreneurship" has called to me and I have answered. 

May this new month usher in a New Dawn and lead  us to the next phase.

HAPPY NEW MONTH!!!