I am at a crossroads. The first stage of my life is over. The second stage after I graduated from high school has also passed. All those years do not even seem real anymore. I am not the same person that I was. However, from time to time I can see shades of myself from long ago. These shades stay with me like wrinkles on my skin.
This is the third stage of my life, the third act, the crescendo, the climax. Something is supposed to happen in this act… that is what they have told us right? Shakespeare, Dickens, Hemingway, Rowling. They told us… no, they promised that something big would happen in this part of the story.
Well here I am… I am waiting and I do not see any villain or adventure or even a beautiful girl. All I see is this inner struggle to cope with the idea that I’m not special, that I don’t have a story worth reading, that no one will remember my name.