I was scrolling through Facebook and I came across a picture someone shared that said something along the lines of “sometimes I wish I was 29 with my life figured out and sometimes I wish I was 5 with my whole life ahead of me”. I read that and I was like holy crap I’m 23 wondering where the last 23 years went and hoping time will slow down just a little bit. Growing up we always wished we were older, in elementary school we wished we were in middle school, in middle school we wished we were in high school and in high school we wished we were starting our university careers. We never enjoyed the moments in the present, always looking forward to the next big step and now I’m 23, graduated university, attempting to get into my Master’s, working at a bar and wondering how the hell the days, months and years are just flying by. I can’t believe four years of undergraduate schooling has been over for A YEAR it literally gives me chills thinking about it.
Today, my friend sent me an old picture of us she found. It was from my sweet 16, the picture had a little caption in the corner that said “7 years ago”…SEVEN, SEVEN years ago I turned 16. SEVEN years ago I was this little girl, I thought I knew everything, I swam on the swim team I thought I knew what I wanted in life. It still blows my mind that I was 16 SEVEN years ago. The friend that sent me that picture (although she is a couple years older than me) is now a teacher, has a house and is engaged. It is scary to think how quickly our lives are moving. Although I’m not ready to grow up yet, I look forward to all the amazing milestones ahead of me. All over the internet, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter I see updates of people I grew up with starting their lives. It scares me that we are reaching the age where engagements, real jobs, marriages and babies are a reality. My only reality is how much I’m saving for my next adventure.
What scares me even more is that my sister, who is 6.5 years younger than me is in grade 11 and thinking about what she wants to do in university. It makes me realize that our future is premeditated by the decisions we made when we were that young. SEVEN years ago was the beginning of where I am today and where I will be in seven years. I chose my high school classes based on what I thought I wanted to be after university (SEVEN years later). And now my decisions when I’m 23 will guide my future, so many questions left unanswered, mostly “what ifs”. I sometimes imagine what life would be like if you made the other decision. I wish, even if I couldn’t change my life now, I could see the alternate outcome of decisions I’ve had to make. Who would I have still met, who would I be friends with, where would I live, what would I be doing, etc. The questions are countless and it makes my mind go crazy thinking about it.
I suppose there’s no sense in stressing over the fact that time is moving quickly because frankly we can’t stop it. I guess the point I’m trying to make is that we should stop worrying about the past and stop dreaming about the future and just focus on the present because it will be over before we know it. The next thing I know I’ll be 30, life still not figured out, writing a blog about how SEVEN years ago I was working at a bar.
Until Next time,