Youth and its concept;
Youth and its concept; birthday stories

letspretend Nineteen and confused.
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Confused slightly more.

Youth and its concept;

It was my birthday not too long ago and it made me think, like most birthdays often do, about my existence up until this point.

I thought about the concept of youth, and the picture it's often portrayed by many artists and philosophers, or even maybe, a little teenage kid on the internet.

I think the picture of youth is most commonly painted from the moment you're born to adulthood- which is generally the time you should be able to stand on your own two feet.

Then... I remember once a telling of youth by the young, of how it's the moments of rebelliousness and mistakes, and joy and anger and sadness.

I thought to myself that this was the most sensible way to explain it, youth was a time of discovery and growth, figuring out your likes and dislikes, dreams, hopes, ambitions.

To me it seemed like the ocean, so scary and majestic and frightening and beautiful, so beautiful. It terrified me. It terrifies me.

If we look at it like this, where youth is the moments of clarity and the time we figure ourselves out, when we become less confused, if ever so slightly-

And if youth is the moments of us fantasizing of dreams and future plans and bettering ourselves, fixing mistakes everyday and wishing for better days, does it truly end?

Do we not, young and old, wake every single day to a new sunrise and wish to better ourselves? To try, to try as hard as we can until our best is better than our last best?

Rome wasn't built in a day, so they say, and I think it's completely outrageous to expect us to be content at adulthood. We are more than the sum of our parts, we cannot be solved in any designated amount of time.

So tell a child of their future, tell them of their mistakes to come and faults to make, tell them of their joyous memories to make and beautiful moments to experience, there is no expiration date to growth, our bodies may not contain us for eternity, but are our souls ever truly lost?

I can't say I'm beginning to become less confused, but there's a light that's growing brighter, if ever slightly, every time I see a new sunrise, and that's youth to me.

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