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Youth is a mystical time when we can laugh and cry, act
silly and go crazy. We waste our immaturity until one day we suddenly
realize we have nothing. Youth locks us up with a massive key, while the
elderly watch from outside. It may sound sad, but I am stepping out of that
cage, moving forward without looking back. Regardless, we are in the midst
of youth.
Passionate, unrestrained, fearless, and daring.
Youth is when our class consistently ranked last, and our class president
told our parents during a parent-teacher conference: "Learning is our
specialty, please trust us." Our classmates cheered loudly from the back of
the classroom because we had ignited passion. Every teacher said that our
class's attitude toward learning was excellent, but our grades were not up
to par. We struggled, repeatedly faced setbacks, and had even lost hope. But
with this statement, we were inspired to break free from our constraints.
Yes, please trust us, we can do it.
Youth is when we can laugh and say, "I am useless now that I am old," but
still run up the stairs two steps at a time, jump around, and even play
rock-paper-scissors. When the new batch of freshmen arrived, we watched them
frantically grab food, exclaiming, "Young people are full of energy." Youth
is unrestrained, not caring about getting old, laughing and joking. Perhaps
this is the capital of youth.
Youth is smiling through sadness, unable to hide the sorrow in our eyes.
That kind of forced smile, only we can do it, and arrogantly believing that
we are perfect. That arrogant time is youth, that is us.
Youth is full of despair, but also the only glimmer of light in the well.
Counting the steps of life, this is a naive but growing road, a happy but
tumultuous road. On this journey, we wear down our childhood but ignite our
unique youth. Perhaps youth is just the sparse bangs above our foreheads,
flying with every step we take. |
