Have you ever been 18? Do you remember how it was like to be 18, and have your whole future stretched out before you, glorious opportunities ripe for the taking?
Have you ever had all the adults suddenly cornering you and asking you what you want to do with your life? Where you want to go? Which place to study?
Have you ever waited with sweaty palms, waiting to hear someone over the phone telling you whether you had won a college place, a scholarship, a competition? Have you ever spent nights staring at your ceiling, wondering how to make a decision that will greatly impact your future?
Have you ever been torn between your wildest hopes and ambitions; and the realistic limitations of finance and your own capabilities? Have you ever agonised about whether your plans were in line with the One who has the highest plans for you?
Have you ever believed that you can do anything that you dream of, if only you try? Have you ever been convinced that in your own small way, you can make a difference for the better; change the world?
To be naive, to be inexperienced, to be hopeful and optimistic and idealistic and pseudo-cynical and insecure all at once. To love for the very first time, and get your heart crushed like brittle ice under your lover's feet.
All part of parcel of being 18, for the first and last time.
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