"You're only sixteen and you don't even have your whole life figured out, you're running out of time."
"You're turning eighteen in a month and you're stuck on a career you aren't sure you want for the rest of your life?"
"You're a few months into being twenty, finally I can have adult conversations with you. You understand the world, you understand why things don't work, you understand relationships with people won't last. You understand better than you did when you were sixteen."
"You're twenty-two years old now and you still haven't figured your life out? You aren't sixteen anymore, you're just about out of time. People change and although you've gotten older, you're still sixteen at the heart. You refuse to grow up, you refuse to understand the world and the way it is."
I'm twenty-two with bare feet in my parents (mothers) house and I still ask her for gas money even when I have my own job and income. It's not about getting older, finding a lifetime career or maturing. It's about taking your time, being happy and the ones who love you having patience that you'll one day figure it out. But until then, no I don't have it figured out and hell no I don't want to grow up. Not when I still have the world to see, so much I have time to figure out and wonderful people I still haven't encountered yet.
My heart will forever stay young.
