the quarter-life crises

There’s this existential funk you get when you feel you aren’t going anywhere. That your life has no meaning, because you aren’t doing anything with it. You’re not ‘multiplying your talents’ as it were.

I guess this is what a mid-life crisis is, you look at your life and realize that you haven’t accomplished nearly what you deep down believed you were capable of. You realize that your James Deanesque aspirations amount to a pot belly, a monotonous marriage (if you’re lucky enough to still be married by 40), and a mediocre job. You were supposed to be in the 27 club, the greats who were immortalized at the height of their success (their significance, their ‘specialness’), but instead you have the back pain of creeping age.

‘this is it’ you realize ‘this is all you’re capable of achieving, and it’s never going to get better’
This would freak anyone out. This would definitely get me to buy a dangerous motorcycle and cut my hair in a ridiculous ‘younger’ style (probably with much antipathy from my wife)

And it probably hits you like a roshambo shot when you’re in the deep end of your mundane life.

So you get depressed. You feel like you aren’t headed toward a goal any better than retirement.
So your motivation dies, you become a zombie to routine, something like Adam Sandler in Click.

There is no age restriction on this feeling though. Anybody can feel it, and it seems to me like quite a lot of university students go through it right now, an aimless existence with a pervasive fear of the future which is evaded through social activities (especially those involving alcohol or weed or whatever. (Sidenote, isn’t it strange how significantly most nations are defined by how they act drunk? It’s like a cultural barometer, French drink wine, they’re sophisticated, Irish drink whiskey and then riverdance, south africans drink anything and beat each other up (hostile, not good natured like in canada) americans are frat boys who just get girls drunk to get laid, african tribes home brew potent beers and celebrate))

There’s a stereotype for everyone;-)

Moving on, not all of us have the security of knowing our future, not all of us have daddy’s who are proud of us, and too many of us that do have fathers in our daily lives are not proud of them, for good reason. ”we’re a generation of men raised by women”- Tyler Durden.

So we’re a generation that mostly sees ourselves as being fatherless, whether we have them or not, and we have to make our own way in this life. Everybody else’s opinion of us is just a placebo to our own. We need to be proud of ourselves.

One good way of escaping this funk, is through art, through your expression. Finishing it is a goal to look toward, putting in effort and looking back at it gives you a sense of pride, it’s a piece of yourself immortalized and incorruptible. Your youth is in here. Even if you only express your depression, how lost you are, you’d be turning it into something positive, something that helps you get to know yourself better. In fact, the more intensely depressed you feel

The more potent your expression is, if you can wriggle out of lethargy.

Art is our way of multiplying our talents.

We all have a creative side, we just need to find our medium, and while it might not be good, might even suck at times, it doesn’t matter what other people think of it. Because we aren’t doing it for them. We’re doing it for ourselves, we’re multiplying our God-given talents, and while it may be miniscule, we will have something as a legacy, a little piece of proof that we existed, and that we were not just passively going through life.

We lived. And our lives had meaning.


~ by William Webster on May 13, 2010.

5 Responses to “the quarter-life crises”

  1. Gosh…well said.

  2. I’m glad to come across ur new blog ’cause this is a really nice, inspiring post. When life gets me down, sometimes I blog about it. Im not a good writer, but it really helps find whatever works. 🙂

  3. We need to express the things that we go through, it’s a way of getting closure, and whether it’s good or not doesn’t matter, because we’re not doing it for other people, we’re doing it for ourselves, we just happen to mould our experiences into art along the way 🙂
    Thank you both.

  4. This is a marvelous post. Absolutely.
    I think that as we grow older, other things…family, jobs, life in general, take over the spare time that was once used to create art. I used to be an avid artist…then adulthood happened. I got a job and had to pay bills and clean my own house…I can’t even imagine what would happen if I’d had children!!!

    I’m going through my own QLC now, and you’ve inspired me to go doodle. Maybe that will help sort out all of this insanity! So, thanks!

    • After reading your comment, I had to visit this post again. I love writing and cross stitching, BUT when I left college, started into the workforce, got married and had kids…LIFE changed. My time seemed to shorten day by day. The last year or so I have tried to grab back my “love” interest of writing, which is still difficult because of lack of time. I just think something inside of you reignites when you reach a certain point in your life. You want to matter…in some form!

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