Take Care Now

Is it me or does being young not feel like being young?

Everything feels like a race.

All of us trying to accomplish complete lifetimes before we hit 30.

A career. A relationship. Maybe kids and a house.

Like we all forgot about our favorite characters in those movies.

The inspirations for our dreams of life and vibrancy.

We used to want to travel and to spend.

To explore and to make mistakes.

But somehow we don’t have time.

Instead we have to strategize and to plan.

Our friend got the job.

That random person who got retweeted to our timeline landed that role and started a company.

CEOs of figuring it out.

Oh the pressure we must feel.

All of us.

The nonverbal constrain of being left behind.

Who approved this?

This 10 year marathon for perfection.

I have seen so many people abandon the idea of getting to the finish line.

Deciding the only suitable option is to be born again.

Desperate thinking hopefully carrying them to a new time where the pace is a bit slower.

Where the likes and shares are more forgiving.

Where believing in yourself feels more real than the insignificant buzz it currently bears.

Like what happened to self-discovery?

To glitter eyelids and sun kissed skin?

What happened to our youth?

To our innocence?

Where did we go and is it too late to find us?

And you know what the saddest part is?

We will miss this time.

When we’re on the other side.

And we realize we had nothing to really worry about.

We’ll long for real youth.

For the ability to bounce back.

Wishing we felt how good it feels then.

Fuck, I don’t want to miss me.

So maybe as I read these words.

And as you take them in as well.

We can feel present and take a deep breath.

Relax momentarily in the stillness of now.

Shutting the windows on the noise of other people’s lives.

Just for a second.

Feeling what it means to be our own.

I love you for this.

Take care.