When I write, my aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way, which is not always easy,
A message to my little sister:
This morning a great sadness overwhelmed me.
Slowly I surrender to my reality.
And realise, this is my youth. I am in it.
All those sentences which once begun with ‘When I grow up…’ no longer apply to me and I am not too sure how to really feel about this.
And no, I am not having a mid life crisis, but I am acknowledging that these years I have ‘lived’ and I am currently living are the years I should be cherishing the most but I didn’t.
I wish I could have lived a little more.
Taken a chill pill every once in a while. But I didn’t.
Now there is no need to pretend any more.
I am no longer a youth but don’t quite feel like an adult either, even though I thought by now I would.
But I can honestly say that being a ‘mature’ youth is overrated. I feel like the time between age seventeen and now has literally just flown by. The start of a new year doesn’t make this any easier to swallow.
And, I know that we can’t turn back the hands of time, so I write this full of hope to let my little sister know not to take her youth too seriously and to enjoy being young.
Deep down, I must have always known that this would be inevitable.
That I would be missing my younger years, that there would be days where I would feel like it’s only me who never became who they thought they be – it happens to all of us.
I just hope that the cycle stops with me.
So please, let us be grateful for our youth whilst we have it, and enjoy it the fullest.
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