Silly youth

I got to poking around today and found one of the blogs I follow to be what I might call “silly young people in love”. I just want to shake them and yell at them: Don’t be stupid, all this means nothing, you are being silly!

I was reading how this is happening, and how to starting over at 24 is a bitch. This makes me laugh, cause until right now I always thought they had no clue, hell how can you start over at 24 when you have not even started at 24… It was then I started to recall how I felt at 24. Oh all the pain from lost relationships, the joy at bonding with friends, the excitement of it all. I never worried about work. Hell if I got tired I would quit for any reason and stay that way until my money ran out, then get a job again.

I look at what I am now, married, steady career with a good solid company. Early to bed and early to rise kind of thing. Not that any of this is bad, just very different from what I was when I was 24.

My question is, who is right? Am I right to be able to look at these things and say, all this will fade over time. The pain will diminish. Or is youth right, being able to feel what the heart tells you. Being able to love more because of it. To revel in the suffering, letting it form us into what we will become. Part of me wants to feel that again, and part of me knows I felt all of that and I am who I am because of it. Oh well I will keep reading, and I will remember…

And when the hell did I get old and set in my ways? A few years ago a friend blogged that we, him and I are the same age, were middle aged. I Said: “You might be, but I got a few more years till I am middle age…” Yeah, I cannot say that anymore. I long to see life from the 20 year olds POV, when it was all new and shinny. Before rent/mortgages set in, before prostate exams and the constant search for odd looking moles suddenly appearing. The high blood pressure and cholesterol…

If I was 24 now I think I would be doing just what I did some 20 years ago, but this time I would mean it.