when you’re eighteen you run the world. from your perspective, you know everything. you’re a full fledged adult in the eyes of the law when you’re eighteen years old. you have access to the world’s greatest freedom machine, a car and your mind is brimming with new found knowledge, revolutionary ideas and amazing plans for your life and the world you’re about to impact like nobody had before you. you’re hip and street wise and down for anything and everything. the world belongs to you. both those younger than you, and those older than you are all but completely clueless. you are at the crossroads of vibrant, exorbitant youth and the power and access of real adulthood. eighteen is where all your childhood dreams start to actually look attainable. high school is done for good and you’re making big decisions about this big life you’re heading into fast.
when you’re thirty-six years old you may stop to think about how when you were eighteen there were babies being born into the world… babies who the world belongs to now.
lucky bastards