To be young, fearless and clueless again ….

The other day I was just sitting back and thinking about how things were growing up. The way we saw things when we were young versus now. When you’re a teenager you are a little more fearless. This is a blessing and a curse. You’re not afraid to take a lot of chances. You can jump in with both feet and not think much about the consequences. You’re just ready to take life on and you can’t wait to be an adult. Now I wish to be young again. I wish to be jump in with both feet and take on new adventures without fear. It’s like when you’re young you think you’re invincible. These days I think about the consequences of every action and every choice, which is good. We should become more responsible as we age, but in some areas of my life I wish I wasn’t so afraid of falling. I want to just take that leap and not care what anyone says. I miss being young and clueless sometimes. At that age we thought we knew everything, and we had everything planned out in our heads, then once we reach our mid-twenties, we realize that we don’t know much of anything. We are constantly learning and constantly growing. We adapt to adulthood and we become a little more logical and rational with every decision and reaction. The old I get the more I seem to struggle with going for things and pushing past the fear. I guess with age you just feel like you should be at a certain point in your life and make responsible decisions that seems realistic. I want to get to a point where I don’t care about being embarrassed or failing, as long as I’m trying my best to be a better version of myself.


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