It’s probably not what you’re thinking. “End of an era.” It sounds apocalyptic. It sounds permanent. But “end of an era” is just a figure of speech. Right now it means something drastic for me, but it doesn’t always have to be. At this moment, for me it means change. It means action. The truth is, I’m sixteen years old. I don’t have my s*** together, and I probably never will. But all my life I’ve told myself that if I work hard, and be the person I’m expected to be, everything will work out. It sounds like the ideal of life I was raised to believe in. The reality, however, is far from it. Life is unexpected, full of surprsies: good and bad. In the past month alone I’ve had amazing moments, like my trip to Dubai, my sixteenth birthday, more business opportunities, but there have also been bad moments. Moments that I’ve never been good at reacting to. I’m only sixteen. I don’t know how to react to things and still seem poised. I don’t know how to manage my schedule, and still have time to watch Netflix. I don’t know how to tell people they expect too much of me. And I probably won’t learn to do those things in a single year. But it’s the end of an era because I’ve learned to accept that.
It’s also the end of an era because I’m tired of structure and decorum. I hate feeling like I can’t type an extra word because my post is too long, or add another paragraph because it breaks the structure. But most of all, I hate feeling like I can’t say what’s on my mind because someone’s going to ‘judge me’, or say something to bring me down, when the truth is I have never received hate from people on the internet, or internet trolls. If anything, I’ve learned that the community of people I’ve built around myself here are some of the most supportive I’ve ever met. And that is one of my biggest accomplishments. I don’t care about the numbers or the likes. I care about the comments that make my day, and the thoughts that put a smile on my face. In short, I care about YOU.