At the age of 23 I realised that I had put my life on hold. It was nothing that I woke up to and just knew, but more a realisation that came to me slowly, without me really noticing. I wasn’t doing anything with my life. Not in the sense that I wasn’t waking up every morning, eating breakfast, taking the subway to university or work, just to come back home again, making dinner, watching some tv and then going back to sleep. And so on. And on. And on. It was just that I didn’t really feel the days passing through me.
And then the realisation grew in me. I was 23. When is the time to feel that you live, if not in your twenties? I couldn’t let time pass through me without feeling it. I had to do something!
So that’s where I am now. At the verge of what might be the most important project of my life. The getting to know. I might never finish it. That would be just like me – the girl perpetually in the middle of several projects, never finishing, always getting ideas for new ones. But at least I’ve started. The rest might just be the conditions of living.
Katja Malmborg 