Saturday, December 31, 2011
Why is eighteen afraid of nineteen?
It hit me today that I'll be turning nineteen soon. This scares me somewhat, because it'll be my absolute last year of being a teenager. I don't even remember my transition from child to preteen nor preteen to teen, but I'm rather dreading the big step up to adulthood. It seems like a big step, anyway. It is, isn't it?
Nineteen is young. It's only, like, a little under a quarter of the age I want to live to be (but who am I to decide?). The thing is, it's not the prospect of a foggy future that I find daunting -- I am thankful that I do have some idea of what I want to do in my life. It's just... I don't know. It's like, one minute I'm fourteen and in Form Two, and the next thing I know, I'm about to turn nineteen. What?!
Man. If I'm like this now, imagine how I'll be when I'm about to turn the big 2-0.