In the beginning, I thought about the definition of youth, and I wrote this: Being young means being energetic, curious, courageous, and what’s more, open-minded. Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind. It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees. it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigour of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
That sounds great. But there is something wrong. Is being energetic, open-minded could really makes you mentally younger? NO. Getting old is merely getting old. And you know what? We human just adore red lips and supple knees. After all, who cares about the imagination of an old man?
Here is the truth: the loss of youth is inevitable. Time is passing by; Each second is passing through my fingers in the speed of light, and the speed seems to get faster each day.
So finally, I got deeply desperate about it. I started to trace back time and looked for the difference of myself in different period of time, in order to find what’s getting old brought me, after all these 27 years.
Here is a picture of my at high school. When I was at high school, I dreamed of running far away of my hometown, to a colourful city and getting immersed of my work. And here I am in Shenzhen, busy with my job, as an office lady. I am living a life that the high school version of me dreamed of!
I became grateful for the time I made full use of. The time I spent on learning new things, new skills and from different people. If you ask me whether I want to go back to high school now, my answer would be negative. What I’m trying to do all these years is making the best of time, of my life. And forget about the age.
