I may die in the next year. But probably not. The odds are good that in about 18 more months, I will turn 40. I have some cause for optimism.
Never having good sex again.
In this bar, I think about my youth and how it’s still here, but slipping at the same time. People who are older will sigh and say things like, “Oh, to be your age again!” And I want to ask them if they were this depressed.
If being young is about exploring, than perhaps growing up is about flourishing.
Wow, I thought my time was almost up!!
Without knowledge, there is no restraint, and without restraint, there is uninhibited bliss; you’re free to do and be as you please in an illuminated world.
30 is waiting. Goodbye forever, dear 20. You will always have a special place in my heart.
I am still in school, I still rely on my parents, and I’m still constantly thinking, “Am I doing everything right?”
We realize that most of what we’ve been worrying about isn’t worth the time, anguish, and frustration.
Being an adult is hard. It’s responsibility and sacrifice and this panicky feeling in your stomach that you’re behind everyone else your age.