The bemo (a small minibus with somehow enough space to supposedly seat twelve adults and with enough character to run its own comedy night) turned through the contrast of grey concrete decorated with colour and chaos of the city streets. Twisting and turning, leaving behind the concrete structures, moped and vehicle pollution and instead moving forwards as the view opened up into the fresh air of the countryside and bamboo structures ahead.
Mid-life crisis, or is it?
Why is it considered a crisis?
What is your immediate interpretation of this term?
Why is it typically applied to men aged somewhere between 35 and 50 who are questioning and challenging their life and achievements so far? Wondering ‘is it enough?’ Perhaps feeling an element of guilt, that they haven’t done enough to fulfil themselves or that they have so much compared to others who are suffering in this world.
What if this period of questioning wasn’t met with such a negative label?
It pays to read the brief!
I’ve been using my commute over the past two days to write a piece for submission into a competition. It’s the first time I have ever, EVER been compelled to do something like this, but I knew in an instant what I would write.