Friday the 13th

So I turned 27 today. Another year older, another year being crossed out of my lifespan. Sometimes I wonder if I've hit the mid point of my life. I'd be lucky if I ever lived to see 60.

Am I where I want to be at 27?
Am I where I need to be at 27?

I don't know. Those are the questions that perhaps I'll be able to answer many years down the road.

See that's why I'm alone. I don't think I've taken life as serious as I should. I let myself drift afar from what any 27 year old guy would be at this age. Hell I don't think I even take myself seriously.

Still, I always tell myself that nothing in life as too tragical for us to laugh at it.