If one more person tells me that I’m young, or that I have plenty of time, or some equally stupid placation I might explode. If I could only express the horrible panic rising in me, the fear that I’ll waste a moment or miss out on life. If you knew the terror you’d stop patting my head with a knowing smile. It claws at my eyes when I sleep in, how dare I waste such precious hours of daylight. It sucks at my breathe as I contemplate my day, chastising me for any lack in time management.
I am young, I realize that, and I do have years a head of me. But they are not limitless, and now is the time. There are SO MANY THINGS to accomplish in this life. My heart fairly stops with the weight of it. I literally blinked and suddenly I’m twenty four. If the past years have been any indication, time only goes faster so who even knows how it’ll feel in ten or twenty years when I look back.
So please. Stop telling me I’m too young. I’m getting older every day, and my soul feels ancient already.