27歳じゃなくて31歳だ！

When I turned 27, I panicked. Think of all those who died at 27 leaving behind incredible legacies. And then there's me. What am I doing?
I'm an English teacher with some amateur hobbies, none of which will likely amount to anything. I'm simply living a life of dreaming while working long hours every week so that I can maintain my livelihood and prevent myself from becoming too much of a burden on others. How did it get to be like this? Despite my effort, in the end, I'm just getting older
Sitting at my school, talking to my students, all of whom I really enjoy speaking to, I feel sleepy, tired, or just miserable. I can't help that feeling of wanting to close my eyes and sleep. 
I blamed it on sleep deprivation, diet, exercise, underexposure to natural light, overexposure to blue light, lack of relaxation, or just my own personal drive. But what's going on? It hurts to think, but it hurts not to.
Lonely, sick, tired, exhausted.
I feel like a whiney teenager again. But I'm not.

This is how I feel on my 28th birthday.

But it's ok. Sakamoto Ryoma was killed when he was 31. I still have time to do something great with my life. I'm positive in that aspect. There's still a chance to turn things around. Let's see what happens.