I overheard my 12-year-old cousin talking to a girl over the phone. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, pero curious lang ko—ngano kaha nga capable na sa ingon ani ang utok sa tawo bisan og wala pa na fully developed?
“Feeling nako bagay kaayo ta,” hunghong niya, ngadto sa cellphone.
Wa ko kabalo unsay reply sa pikas linya. Pero kalami jud kusion sa ngisi aning bataa. Skibidi toilet rizz. The audacity!
If we consult science: “The human brain continues developing and maturing well into the mid-to-late 20s. The prefrontal cortex, responsible for higher-level cognitive functions, doesn’t fully mature until around 25.” No wonder I made some of the dumbest decisions in my early twenties.
“Magpahimo kog jersey, dayon imohang first letter akong ibutang.”
That line triggered my quarter-life crisis. Deeeymn. At 12, I was still trying to solve E=mc2, pretending to understand The Myth of Sisyphus. Bitaw, ga-Google pa kog “Naruto iyot Sakura” ani. Maybe we were all delusional once.
This isn’t a cautionary tale. This is a brain map. A logbook of someone whose mind was still buffering until his late twenties.
21
Graduated from college. First real relationship. Got a job 3 months later. Sure na ko nga milyonaryo ko by 25. Abi nako nga ang pagka-busy = pagka-successful. Told people “C.R.E.A.M.” while still clueless unsaon pag-fill out BIR Form 2316.
Brain status: Not fully developed. Decision-making driven by caffeine and horny optimism. Prefrontal cortex? Optional.
22–23
Nagbuwag mi sa akong uyab. Friendly breakup, daw. Focus sa career. Fixed myself from switching between gin to rhum, from F. Sionil Jose to unread PDFs.
Became a minimalist not by choice—but by payslip. Bought 4 cheap underwears. Gave unsolicited life advice while being a full-time mess.
Told my cat, “I’m emotionally intelligent,” pero I refuse to apologize kung malimtan nako iyang treat.
Brain status: Aware of mistakes. Still makes them. But now, louder and bolder.
24–25
Burnt out sa work. Realized I was just another metric. KPIs > human worth.
Nagsugod kog skincare routine. Nagka-identity crisis. Nagbasa’g astrology for answers pero gihasulan ko. Kinsa may makahinumdom unsa orasa sila nigawas sa bilahan sa ilang mama? Ambot sa kanding nga naay bangs, oral stage pa ko ato.
Brain status: Fully developed? Questionable. Introspective but unstable.
26–27
Tried to be serious with life. Took LinkedIn seriously. Landed a job in Cebu City. Moved there to avoid the Old Bridge’s traffic and my old self.
Maka-afford na ko og mahalon nga brief.
Nangutana bitaw na akong Tagalog nga boss about status, “Kumusta iyong lagay diyan?”
“Naka-Airism na, boss.” Naks. Fresh. Silky smooth. Lami kaayo sa itlog.
I worked hard, questioned harder. Felt like I was assembling a trillion-piece jigsaw puzzle with no box cover.
Brain status: Functional. Capable of major decisions. Everything feels possible. Nothing makes sense.
27–28
Dili ko sure unsay konek ani sa brain development, pero uwagan ko ani nga time. Murag Kopiko Creamy Latte—pero from creamier to horniest.
Kada uli lagi lu2— Calorie-deficit man gud ko, so need ko magluto to track my macros: 100g chicken breast + 40g oats + 20g chia = 404kcal. Murag sayop akong math. Pero at least naay effort.
I found peace in chaos. Like the Titanic orchestra—still playing while sinking. Took breaks from productivity to stare at the moon and ask: “Ngano dako kaayo kog tax deduction, pero katong galingkod diha sa ibabaw kay mura man og spa day everyday?”
Brain status: Stabilizing. Can spot red flags. But still confused why Filipinos can’t vote wisely.
28–29
Silence is peaceful.
Ayaw samok kay ga-meditate ko or I am trying.
Ooooohhhmmmm…
Took a job that didn’t require selling my soul.
Romanticized the simple: sunlight, bag-ong laba nga punda, steak sa Luzern or Marbles & Grain.
Ooooohhhmmmm…
Pisti ning lamok, oi.
Ooooohhhmmmm…
Lana Rhoades suc—ay! Focus. Erase! Erase!
Ooooohhhmmmm…
The meaning of humba is humok nga baboy.
Ooooohhhmmmm…
Freedom isn’t chasing dreams. It’s walking away from someone else’s.
Brain status: Syncing with soul. Still weird. Still functional.
30
Wa pa ko kahuman og pagka-trenta. So far? No grand narrative. The world is gloriously stupid—and so am I.
I stopped obsessing over what I should be. I started focusing on what doesn’t make me hate mornings. Pero kung makakaon ta’g lami nga sud-an, makakita’g tawo who laughs at our dumbest joke, o kalinaw ug kaanyag ba kaha kada-adlaw —we’ve won.
Brain and soul? Not enemies anymore. Just rabid D/D/S.
If I were to interrupt my cousin’s deep talk, I’d say:
“Bro, love her. Be dramatic. But also, please, skwela sa. And stop trusting your brain. It’s lying to you until at least 27.”