It is only now that I'm starting to appreciate the phrase 'Young at heart'. At 23, I realise I'm not exactly old, and I've been blessed with a baby face, so I don't even look old, and yet I feel this awful feeling inside that my years are slipping away. I feel the same person I was at 17, so where have those 6 years gone? What have I even achieved in my 23 years of life? It's depressing, but I now find it easier to empathise with 'old people' who still feel young. Whenever I now speak to someone older than me, I always try to picture in my head what kind of person they were at my age, and in a strange way, I no longer see them as 'old'.
Age is a funny thing; it forces you to be mature when all you want to be is that child, running free. I'm desperately trying to hold onto the cusp of my youth, but the sad thing is, I'm getting old.
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