Eighteen months ago, my life changed forever. Eighteen months ago, I was a foolish little girl who didn’t know what I believed or what I stood for. Then I woke up. I read of a rabbi who said that “maturity is achieved when a person postpones immediate pleasures for long-term values”, and then I met a person who showed me that it was true.
I wish for one night to turn off all the city lights and stare into an open sky. The nights will go on longer and the memories will last forever.
That is something I wrote a few years ago, but still love to this day.
Am I the only one who's sick and tired of hearing people try to tell me how to live my life? Honestly, everyone needs to take a step back and shut the hell up before they come lecturing to me about my lifestyle.
Three words you don't want to hear when you're eighteen years old.
"You're too young."
I guess in a way I get what my parents are saying when they tell me this. I am eighteen years old and thinking about marriage. It's not like my boyfriend proposed or anything, but he does talk about it.
