The life and times of a frightened performer. By Melissa Miller
I know a lot of people who have shuddered at the idea of 25. Many people I’ve spoken with look that number square in the face and, for some reason, become terrified. They roll their eyes and groan, “I’m a quarter century old!” or more often, “I’m now closer to 30 than 20 and that depresses me.”
I don’t get it!
Delve into my adolescent soul & get in the mood for Valentine’s Day with some awful teenage poetry. Share yours, too!
What with the ubiquity of social media, we are constantly bombarded with images of the lives of others–their trips, their jobs, their love lives, their breakfast, lunch and dinner. You don’t have to be incredibly insightful to deduce that the incessant updates of other people’s lives might contribute to our feelings that we may be “missing out” on fun and excitement, or that we may not be “measuring up” to the successes of our peers.
His life was precious and significantly shorter than a life should be. When I read this letter, it reminds me that, while my life has already been longer than his, I still only have a small amount of time on this Earth. I don’t know if I’m going to have the next couple of decades that I’ve been counting on to get done all the things that I hope to do. You just don’t know.