Everyone’s in such a rush to grow up.
I don’t think I’m immune, but I also don’t think I’ve fallen into the trap either.
One day it hit me that there is so much life to be lived. It may not seem that way right now to a bunch of seventeen year olds who are currently beginning their quarter-life crises, but when you think about it, seventy-five percent of our lives are ahead of us.
I can’t help but think of all of the teens my age making potentially fatal mistakes that could totally derail them from the rest of the road in front of them. One part of me says, “Jac, calm the hell down. They are not your issue. Let them mess up their lives. You’re doing just fine and their existence affects you in no way,” but then there’s the other part that says, “THIS IS THE GENERATION THAT IS GOING TO CHANGE THE WORLD WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING WE HAVE A LOT OF WORK TO DO AND WE NEED ALL HANDS ON DECK.”
It’s the kind of thinking, the proactive, lets-get-a-head-start-on-changing-the-world mindset that brings me into the category of growing up too quickly for my own good.
Here we have destructive behavior, productive behavior and no clue what in between looks like. So what does it mean to be a teen? Let me know in the comments