I thought I was so grown up, mature, and ready to take on anything. But when I think about it, I’m just a kid. Pretty clueless about life and full of ideas. And when I think about you, I am just clueless. Do I tell you I like you, even though it might ruin our friendship? Do I take a chance and just say what I feel and put myself out there? Hmm. What do I want to do in life? Want to be everything my parents aren’t and everything they are. What to make a difference, write a book, become confident in myself?
What I should do is take a chance and talk to you.
Write a letter to my future self so I don’t forget what it’s like to be a teen.
Take action, instead of just dreaming about the future.
This is what it’s like to be a teen, that unbearable condition between young and old. It’s a life full of questions and possible answers. A life full of a little to much time spent thinking and not enough just following our heart.