“It’s embarrassing. It’s hurtful. Because it’s like a father saying that he loves children outside of the family more than he loves his own.”
They say youth is wasted on the young. They might be right.
Are you prepared to be disconnected from “news” of the world that constantly refreshes with nothing real to report and from “friends” that share banalities to make you feel less alone? Are you prepared to be alone? Are you prepared for the quiet—the deep quiet—and the tiny new sounds that come with it?
Youth for me was also about insecurity and the anxiety of whether or not I was fit for adulthood.
You may have kissed dating goodbye, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t make out with someone you met at camp. It’s ok, we all did it.
Stop believing your days aren’t numbered. They are. There is an exact number of days you have left to live — you just don’t know it yet.
You realize that it was never about what you left back there, it was what you brought with you.
“Here’s a man who lived. He thought so much. Then he died.”
all of the forgotten bruises and pain that I brushed beneath the rug of time’s passage when I left years back crawls out like a slithering monster and you try to kick them back under there, but it still peeks out a lot.
The ruling elite has created social institutions that have subdued young Americans and broken their spirit of resistance.