Sankhamul ko Pack Micro ra Kathmandu ko Traffic, Guide to Surviving Quarter-Life Crisis
Sakar Koirala is an aspiring advocate who roams around with a contemplative spirit, contemplating law beyond textbooks and on its philosophical meanings that shape human values and society.
For the last months, my dimaag has been more chaotic than Kathmandu traffic during office time. It's like I'm constantly switching between two radio stations Hits FM in one ear and Radio Nepal in another.
On one channel, I'm thinking, "broo, I'm turning 24, I've got so many years ahead to climb Everest., and maybe even figure out how to use a pressure cooker without freaking out.
But then, faster than you can say "momo," the other channel kicks in: "Ram Ram! I'm already 24 and I still haven't learned how to make Bhaat and tarkari. My friends are getting married and having kids.
It's like my mind is playing a never-ending game of Luki-dum between excitement and panic "lukyera harauda ko excitement and bhettida ko tension" . One minute I'm dreaming about trekking to Everest Base Camp, and the next I'm stressing because I still can't make a decent cup of chiya.
Honestly, it's more tiring than climbing the steps to Swayambhunath on a hot summer day. My brain's jumping around more than a monkey at Pashupatinath, caught between "Look at all the adventures waiting for me!" and "Why haven't I become the next big thing in Kollywood yet?"
It's like being stuck in a Pack Sankhamul ko micro during rush hour - you're moving, but you're not sure if you're going forwards or backwards!
Honestly, I’m so confused about my life right now that I don’t even know how to answer that question. So I won’t try to right now.
So I’m finally giving up. I’m dropping my heightened expectations. More than that, what I’ve realized I need to really do is stop thinking about how old I am. I’ve been hyper-focused on what I have done and what I haven’t done every year that has passed since I turned 18. It’s partly the pandemic’s fault. I turned 20’s club in the idk which phase of luckdown, and now I’m 24. It really feels like that span of time just slipped from our hands. Whatever the reason may be—social media, the pandemic, or my high-achieving personality—I am realizing I really really need to let go of the idea of age because it’s doing me more harm than good.
You wanted to be living that Kanye West "Good Life" vibe. You know, popping bottles, feeling invincible, maybe even seeing visions of Maybachs in your driveway. More than any other birthday before, you had this wild idea that 21, 22 would be your golden years. (Yeah, I know thinking a rapper's song is gonna magically transform your life is kinda out there, but who cares, right?)
You had this unshakeable faith that by 21, you'd have your life all figured out. Fast forward to now, and you're 24, feeling more confused than ever. It's like, who knew having a good time could be such hard work?
and yea at last motivation time, the rest of the advice stays the same, focus on living your life, ditch the timelines, and remember that good things take time. you're alive, you're young, and you've got a whole lot of life ahead of you. so take a deep breath, forget about the numbers, and just do your thing. After all, age is just a number - and Kanye would probably agree that it's more about the attitude than the digits, right?
