It’s definitely hard finding your own voice a midst this wildly confusing time of youth. I’m turning 21 in a matter of weeks yet I’ve been realizing more and more that age is so relative and insignificant. When I’m at church teaching my bible study kids, they look up to me as their religious adult figure and I’m supposed to be and pose as this wise and knowledgeable role model. Same with my younger cousins who ask me for advice on everything from self-esteem, body image, school relationships, career and academic issues. I automatically assume or am pressured to act as if I know all the answers. But I really don’t. In this sense, I can be considered “old?
On the other hand, when I’m surrounded by older peers and alumni, the roles reverse and I assume the role of an inexperienced youngster fishing for life advice. “Oh, to be young again…”
Yet I have also noticed that friendship is a beautiful and transcendent thing. I have been learning so much on the meaning of friendship and its extreme importance in my life and in any human being’s life. Without good friends to vent out and share commonalities with, life wouldn’t be as merry and unbearable. As you grow older, you grow out of the mindset that you can only be friends with people of the same age. Life is so much more enriching when you interact from people of all ages and establish meaningful relationships that can rejuvenate your life with all the joy, wisdom, and laughter it entails.
You will always be young or old to someone at any point in your life and it doesn’t matter. Life’s not a big deal. I have regrets and will probably have wayyy more by the time I die. Live life with no regrets? That’s so overrated.