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Age Is Just a Number


Age is just a number, baby The years you’ve been alive, the times you’ve had, your experiences, don’t mean that you know anything. Why is it assumed that age can determine who you are? Little kids can be more responsible than the adults who hold them back. Teenagers aren’t going to behave just because they’re almost on their own. People only grow when they have no other choice. Who would choose to take on all the pains of life if they can just be a kid forever? Who would grow up if they really had a choice? It’s much more fun to laze about, to spend time having fun, to act like you’re 10 years old and not care about the future. But the fact of the matter is when you turn 18 the expectations start to unfurl. Have a job, drive a car, work on school…. No social life left, just work work work…. But once you get to a certain age, you’re allowed to stop caring again? How does that work? Why is all the work expected of the ages 18 to 30? Why is it always us? Always me…?
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