Youth is a fickle friend. It gives you taut skin, ripe with pimples. It lets you bask in the glow of ignorance. It allows you more room to move within society, and more likelihood of employment.
I notice the passing of time and how youth slips at relative rates. Some grow old quickly, some not fast enough. The outward disappearance of youth is not related to the inward.
What makes me feel oldest and most average is awards and olympics. This year, a 20-year-old was nominated for best actress. She's 2 years younger than me and already has an acadamy award nomination under her belt. The winter olympics were worse, when 14-year-old figure skaters were beating the seasoned veterans for the gold. What have I done?
When I was in high school, I realized how as one gets older, the world becomes larger. The possibilities you have could be limitless with the right luck and determination. But it takes a lot of both, and while youth gives you more of each than age; it is still highly unlikely I will be nominated for an Oscar -2 years ago. Or that I would win olympic medals in figure skating -8 years ago. Highly improbable.
So goodbye, youth. I am thankful you were here, and maybe someday I'll feel you again. But today I grow up and tomorrow I pass through the fog of adulthood.
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