Fighting quarter life crisis. Bloodless.

I´ve been obsessed with quarters, twenties and other numbers for a while now.
I´ve been labeling things and making (unnenesessary) statement.
But today is the day of the Spring song.
Yes, I do have a special song for the day when the sun shines for Earth like for the very first time and the world's so green and new it feels like gift.
So I was listening to it (it's "Now you're really living", btw) and suddenly I felt so young.
No kidding. Behind all those numbers and scary life parts there was a young girl.
Not even "relatively young".
Young, like a full-time youngling with stupid decisions and uncontrolled Spring emotions.
And that was weird.
I guess I spent too many hours thinking and adding wrinkles to my forehead.
I wanted to stay in this age but I was doing nothing with it.
The truth is I won't be this sappy forever.
But today I were and that felt awesome.
I was walking (almost levitating, really) and feeling almighty and people were watching me like I'm kind of freak (which I am so no offence taken).

It gave me strength  to fight the Crisis even harder.

Fighting a quarter-life crisis

Had it been talent shows and soap-operas that made me think I'm living wrong or doing nothing worthy with my life I don't know.

99% of what I'm watching/reading/listening to is not from my own country or in my mother language(s) so it could be that I'm just lost in foreigh cultures.

And that's funny that this thing, quarter-life crisis, is much more common in English-based web.

There are so many songs about finding the way, walking in a right direction.

There are so many people living their dreams.

There are so many roads for me to choose from.

There are so many stuff in this world it makes me sick.

Sometimes I ask myself would I be happier if I hadn't a choice at all, if I'd have kids and a husband by now and no free time to think.

No internet and not a single tv-show to watch.

The problem is I have so much.

I have twenty-something brains and body and all the choices in the world.

And maybe two more quarters of that strange functioning, of that wierd biochemical cycle we are all part of.

I'm not a pessimist, I do appreciate all the small gifts life is giving me everyday.

That's just I'm asking myself everyday - is this enough?

Is this enough to just live and smile and write and feel?

Does it have to make sence?