One evening, a couple of weeks before my 20th birthday, I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling not able to fall asleep – contemplating thoughts that only seem to sneak into your mind at these times, when you’re not occupied.
Then I thought, shit – I’m almost 20, how many 20’s do I have ‘till this present experience comes to an end. Three… four, at the most? And yet there’s still so much I’d like to do, to discover, to experience. I felt humbled, and motivated to keep moving.
I’ve always felt a high level of responsibility, not only for myself, but for others as well. However, once I turned 20 my shoulders felt heavier from the weight, weight that only I could feel.
My fears have subsequently been translated into inspiration, and action.