Direction

Sometimes I wonder if parents actually remember what it is like to be in high school. They constantly tell me to treasure being young. They tell me that it's these years that will be the best years of my life.

And honest to god, I'm tired of being young. Sure when I'm older I'm going to have to think about marriage stability, and children, and bills. Sure, I'm going to have to make a living.

But as a kid, I lay awake at night wondering who I'm going to be. Wondering what direction I should be taking. Whether I'm making the right choice, whether I'm going to be happy in the end. I can't stand being ignorant. I'm in a place where I can't ask for help being this place is my life. My realities.

I wonder if parents remember those feelings.