Twenty-seven is the big number that everyone refers to, and it’s three more years until you’re 30.
“Dude, you’re 27!”
“Bro, you’re gonna be 30 soon!”
Why is it that an individual’s accolades are defined by the number of years they/them have been on this planet?
This is such a common thing everywhere.
Our society has grown to this unending culture of the highest accomplishments by a certain number.
I think the world is a race.
Pfft, I’m sure it’s never gonna change, regardless of how long it gets.
Here’s a piece for the day it does,
Age, a number, or a noose?
Are we defined by it, or are we restrained by it?
Is freedom beyond numbers, or is it a trap within our minds?
How do we break free?
Do we continue to live on in this mundane hypocritical facade of a society ruled by a number, or do we just hit pause and stop existing by the noose?
The seeker shall find what ye seek.
As long as it isn’t an unattainable answer to life’s meaning.
A search that goes beyond this realm of existence.