i can feel myself getting older as the days pass on. i look upon the youth and remember how i used to enjoy many of the same activities that now captivate them.
i am, by no means, old. at 20 years, i still may have less than a quarter of my life completed. but still i can feel the effects of time, weighing down upon me: my joints don't move like they once did and i no longer have the energy to run around all the time. the rules and responsibilities that my authoritative figures presented to me throughout my life make more and more sense.
are the rules perfect? absolutely not. but they are necessary to protect the young-minded from themselves.
the other aspect that is more apparent in my more recent years is that of time running out. deadlines.
as i become increasingly integrated into the whole of society (i.e., the "real world"), i notice that most everyone is on a schedule. these schedules often conflict with one another and nobody can seem to realize why other people can't just do one extra thing to conform to their schedule. not everyone can afford to alter plans to keep from inconveniencing others.
and so, i've decided to not worry about it so much. someone's schedule is going to be upset; what difference does it make to me whose it is?
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