There comes a day when you’re not considered young any more. It’s a shame because I still feel young. Of course, the little kids I teach at the moment annoy me because they’re so stupid, but part of me wishes that I had a little body and could run around and play too. I have to snap out of it because I’m not a kid anymore.
That’s the weird thing about age. It just happens. When I hear myself talk and say “well after uni I decided to see a bit of the world” I have to stop myself and say, well hang on, that wasn’t just yesterday any more, it has been almost four years. Four years, in itself is not a long time, but the number of your age is progressing from 22 (which is a nice young age) to 26 which in Korea is 27 or even 28 depending on who you ask. So that means 30 is just around the corner, in some part of the world and that’s no age to be standing around daydreaming about climbing trees or chasing the girls until they cry.
So we have to adapt those things as best we can to match our advanced state, our numerical maturity and our larger, hormonal bodies. Which I guess means I can climb mountains and.. well chase girls and try not to make them cry. When you are young, you have years to spare and great dreams to realize. When you stop being young, you feel like you should’ve already gotten to your dreams. The question of ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ turns into ‘So what are you doing with your life?’ and that doesn’t quite have the same ring to it.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel old. I still have the impatience of youth, and that’s partly where this post comes from. But now I am starting to see how one might fall into an ordinary life. When I was younger I would see people in the suburbs with their Holden cars and their 2.3 kids and think how boring and average it was. But I guess it just sorta happens like that. After you finish dreaming, you have to start earning and once you start earning, you want to build a secure base around you to protect it. Then biological clocks tick louder, social expactations hover closer and you have to take the next step then the next. Before you know it, you’re putting up your picket fence.
I believe in dreams, I really do. But until those dreams are realized, they’re not really much good.
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