To be young is to endure confusion, pleasure, invulnerability, vulnerability, fear, excitement, love, and regret all together. It’s feeling wise but knowing you are dumb, feeling old but knowing you’re young, and feeling like a failure yet learning to win. It’s a moving contradiction and a truth we all subconsciously know: “We are scared and tired and often bored, but we’ll get through it, and you can’t wait to see what we can do.
Part of something I wrote after reading a Thought Catalog piece about remembering what it means to be young.
Just strange and wonderful things (usually simultaneously strange and wonderful) I find on the internet.
Probably some stuff I create too.
