The Art of Detachment : Befriending My Quarter Life Crisis
by: Ash Beige Baby I just had an encounter with… something. Or someone. I am still not sure. But it shook me awake. It snapped me out of a fragile version of myself I once believed was permanent. This is the first time I share this in public (if it can even be called a secret). So I was in the middle of what people politely call a quarter-life crisis, that quiet season where we feel misplaced in every room, trash, belongs to nowhere, attached to no one. I felt like I had to fake my personality just to exist, and even build temporary shelters out of strangers with small talk, pretending they were homes. I'm a fool. Then I was exposed to an idea. A simple one. The kind we think we understand until it reaches our life and refuses to stay theoretical. It sounded easy, almost gentle. But when it dragged me into reality, it became something else entirely.. a wicked, beautiful bittersweet. Anyway, I wrote this while sitting by the lakeside with a glass of strong matcha latte in my hands...