Youth is Wasted on the Young
I remember the first time I heard that quote. I was 17 and my grandmother said it to me.
I thought she was nuts. What the hell did that mean, "youth is wasted on the young"?
Well, now that I have seen HSM 3, I totally understand.
I sat for 2 hours watching those hard, tight, stretch mark free bodies sing their way through senior year with the biggest crisis being whether to go to Stanford early or finish senior year.
Don't get me wrong, it's really entertaining. Come to think of it, my life was one big musical number at 17. Would I drive my cute self down to Malibu in the Mustang convertible? Or, would I head on down to Melrose and go shopping with friends? Decisions.
Sitting in that theatre, watching them frolic in the rain, I felt like youth was punching me in the face. Repeatedly.
Having your whole life ahead of you. And, all the energy, enthusiasm to make it all happen.
No need for Prozac, Botox or Biofreeze.
Now, y'all know I love my life. In the scheme of things, I am young. I am incredibly blessed, yada, yada, yada... just let me vent for a minute.
My son is closer to being 17 than I am.
How can this be?
Will I think his friends are hot? Cause I do think Zack Efron is pretty darn cute....did you see the preview for his next movie? Hello.
There is just that youthful freshness that is gone after 30. Not that you don't trade it for a comfort in who you are, life experience and deep, meaningful relationships, right?