Me at 17
This hit me especially hard two years ago when my father-in-law passed away. He was young, it was sudden (sort of), and very hard for everyone who knew him. I don't think the notion of my own mortality had ever really occurred to me until then. I still felt invincible- like I had all the time in the world to accomplish my goals. Then I realized how very untrue that is.
It's not like I'm old- I know. I think part of the problem is the world in general is obsessed with being young and looking young, what with all the Botox and lipo and stuff out there. I see it all in those magazines I read. And then there's the fact that I read mainly Young Adult books. Even though my teen years weren't the greatest, and I cringe at some of the stuff I said and did and the mistakes I made, I still can't help but wish to be 16 again. Add in the fact that a lot of those YA books have immortal teens in them (Edward and Bella, Damen and Ever), and I feel like being over 30 sucks bricks.
I guess it's good that I'm rereading Harry Potter now. Lord Voldemort- pretty much the epitome of evil- goes to every length imaginable to become immortal. It's a good reminder that growing old is natural and right and a part of life. I just need to remember to do the best I can with the life I have. And not to beat myself up if every second of every day isn't spent doing something productive.