Do you remember being 15 years old? Do you remember those dreams and ambitions to change the world and make it (finally) a better place? Do you remember looking at the adults in your life and thinking to yourself how YOU’D never end up like them?
Working in a job they hate. Allowing themselves to remain in an un-happy marriage. Never going on those trips…
What have you become? If time travel machines did exist and your 15 year old self bumped into you today, as you are, as you’ve aged, would that 15 year old kick you in the butt? Or would that 15 year old high five you floating in happy tears and going on and on about how you’ve totally surpassed any dreams or hopes?
I find being 15 is an important gateway. You’re in the middle between being a kid who cannot do anything (wait until you’re older, blah blah blah) and being considered grown-up. In most cases you can’t drive a car. You can’t vote. You can’t really play (act your age!) yet you really start taking shape in terms of personality. You start taking shape in terms of your preferences in life. And your dreams start taking the looks of something more concrete, and you start facing that stage where every decision you make will have total impact on the rest of your life.
At least that’s what I was told, how everything will remain on my permanent record.
I’d like to see my permanent record, just to see what has stayed on it.
Personally I like to think my 15 year old self would totally high five my today me. I think my 15 year old me would congratulate me on my choice for a husband (he really is freakin cute and hilarious if you know what I mean). And I think the first thing my 15 year old me would say to the today me is this: “Holy shit, I never thought I could look that good with long hair! Awesome… And thank god you still like wool socks, those rock!”