This week I've been studying the Vietnam War and the hippie counter-culture movement in English class,
and it made me wonder...
Where was I when the hippies were off braiding daisies in their hair and running through fields in skirts and living in their VW buses? I wish I knew what Woodstock felt like, sounded like, smelled like. The 1960's was a decade of so much freedom and music and art, I almost feel like my soul was conceived in that time period, and later just transferred into my body in 36 years later {weird as that sounds}
As a teen, {and I hope I'm not the only one who feels this way}, I feel like freedom is what keeps me alive. I need to be given as much time as possible to spend outdoors staring up at palm trees or stars, to move about this world as I choose. There's something inside me that lives for little sparkling moments, like reading books in the park or breathing in the smell of grass... It's just something I feel like you just don't appreciate or understand as you grow older, and eventually all I'll have left of my teenage years are 4x6 pictures of memories and regrets that I didn't spend enough hours running in the streets on summer nights and getting high off each other's laughter.
Maybe it's just the poetic side of me. College is important and having a solid career is too... But there's a certain kind of happy you don't get from getting a paycheck or driving a nice car. I want to live for today, because don't we all wish we could be 16 forever?
Felt like I needed to put that out there.
love,
nat
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