We are so incredibly young.
“We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take us”
Last week, I had the opportunity to attend a funeral for a person who was actually rather. close to me; someone who I can confidently say changed my life. And in that light, I’d like to say that I learned a lot in that one day. I had the opportunity to spend some time and chat with several elderly people. I guess as a student, I rarely see anyone particularly older. This group of people were those that I met when I was four years old, and unfortunately haven’t seen them again until now.
One of the women, Frances, looked at me and just exclaimed, “You were such a little thing the last time any of us saw you, and now.. now you’re a bigger little thing!” They were fascinated that I am only 19 years old.
That time I had with them got me thinking; we are so incredibly young. Obviously, this is all written in the anticipation that we’ll all have the privilege of growing old, and I hope that is the case for all of us.
Being 19 has been the most exhaustingly breathtaking experience and I would say that this has been the year of learning about myself. Through the many friends I’ve been lucky to make, there is a wide sense of growing that’s happening for everyone everyday. And with this comes very specific things that I’ve noticed:
- Family Involvement: Those people who tell their parents everything, and still ask for permission to do things, as well as the ones who rarely speak to their parents at all.
- School: In school or not in school, I must say it’s all about the way you learn. You don’t have to be in school to be educating yourself.
- Work: Yes I still have friends who’ve never worked before at 19, yet most have.
- Relationships: There are those who are in these beautiful longterm relationships, and those who’ve never been kissed before. And you know what? Both are equally okay.
Everyone is doing things at their own pace and if I’ve learned anything its that no one has it all figured out! That’s what we’re all trying so desperately to do; to figure things out. We forget that it will all make sense one day.
My mom’s got this thing she says, (that I honestly never really paid attention to until recently) and it’s basically, “When it’s you’re time, you’ll know; there’s a time for everything“. I think sometimes, we fail to realize that it’s our time to not know everything. It’s now that we’re supposed to be reckless and to make mistakes. At 19, we’re supposed to love too much, get our hearts broken, and cry about it. We’re supposed to (and allowed to) feel pain. This is when we dream excessively and work until we’re where we want to be. The rest will fall into place later.
One day you’ll have too many responsibilities to be reckless, maybe you’ll even have children to worry about and be there for. One day, you’re going to wake up on a Sunday morning beside someone who absolutely loves you with all their heart and every broken heart of the past will feel like paper. One day we’re going to have all of the stories of today when we were young.