Y’know, it kind of scares me.
We’re about ten years (give or take) away from either thinking about settling down or getting married and/or actually getting married.

There are various friends of mine that I can imagine actually doing this and others I can imagine rejecting this idea entirely and wanting to do something else instead, whether it’s to travel the world, or to find some secluded dojo somewhere and become it’s next dojo-head, or to find a lighthouse somewhere on some faraway beach and live there for the rest of their lives. Or become a pokemon master. your pick.
…and then there are those few people I know, who I can’t imagine getting married or having kids anyway (like my brothers… don’t even get me started on my brothers…).

But there are still a good amount of friends of mine that I can imagine settling down, getting married, the whole shebang.

This scares me.

It scares me that, in less than twenty years, friends of mine will be doing some variation of the whole ring-in-the-box, bent-on-one-knee engagement; that, in less than twenty years, friends of mine will be either waiting at the end of that aisle or waiting to walk down that aisle; that, in less than twenty years, friends of mine will be making vows to spend the rest of their lives together.

It scares me that, in less than twenty years, friends of mine will be having kids and that they’ll be passing the torch to the next generation, passing on the life-lessons they worked so hard to learn themselves.

And, from there, it scares me that those kids will eventually be doing the same thing, while my friends are there to watch over them and guide them and be there for them as long as they can.

It scares me that friends of mine will be getting married and having kids and getting old.

I keep thinking to myself that I’m still a kid, that we’re all still kids, that this can’t possibly be happening in 10-20 years.

But it is.

I’m eighteen. It’s been eighteen years since I was brought into this world. And time just keeps on passing. The world keeps turning. The sun rises and sets.
I’m eighteen. And I’m still a kid. But for how long?

When did this happen?
And how do we make it stop?

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