Wasted Youth

Description

It is one thing to be unsure about what you are doing with your life, but it is a completely other thing to be shown that you are wasting it. It can be quite blissful to bury yourself in heaps of work and believe that everything is fine, that you are doing what you should. Many times, you don't even realize that your time is running out. Never in life will you be as free as you are when you are still in school, let it be highscool or even university. Why? Because you believe that everything will be fine once you grow up, once you are older, mature and with a stable job.

Wake-up calls from this world filled with images of you once reaching your goals are cruel.

But once, you might realize that they are needed. Only that way can you see that you are doing something you should never be doing:

Wasting your youth.

Foreword

I bit into my lower lip as I quickly rushed to an empty seat on the bus. It was crowded by people, most of whom I already knew because they always took this bus to get to home. The man with two children - probably his son's or daughters as his hair was already gray, like his beard and the children seemed to be in kindergarten only - the typical teenaged boy with greasy hair and bright blue eyes, and the workers whose clothes were tattered and smelled of tobacco.

But just as the vehicle came to the first stop, I leant ahead, expecting someone else I knew very well to sit down next to me. It was a short man, quite old with blonde-grey hair and tired, brown eyes.

"You know, you're always here." He said suddenly as he took his usual place next to me, a sad sigh escaping him."Do you want to hear a story?"

I nodded a little for some reason, curious about what he wanted to share with me.

Elderly people always had stories that had interested me, of their lives and families. Since I was a mere child, I have lived in the world of stories, of dreams... And even as I had hit twenty, it hadn't changed.


entry to Loss Of Innocence - Writing Contest

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