People always say to make the most of your youth because they are the ‘best’ years. “You will never get your twenties back, live life while you can”. I guess as a premise I can’t really find issue with it and if it were simply a fact of life then I guess I could just accept it.

Some people say that your ‘best’ days are after 50, retired and living the dream. “Your best days are yet to come”.

It would seem to me that everyone gets their ‘best’ days in their lifetime and it really is more of a choice of when you want to have them. Do you take advantage of your youth and put life on hold for experience, or do you put your head down and live for the man so you can afford to live those experiences toward the end.

I reject both these options, as both are as flawed as the other. Live now and spend your life living in the memories of your youth. Because the sole reason they are your ‘best’ days is because in the sheer act of living them you neglected your future and destined yourself to spending the rest of your life settling, and making do with the opportunities you missed.

Live later and spend your young impressionable and formative years feeling soulless and trapped with the responsibility of everything that is to come and the knowledge that now you decided to try for the long-term, there is no fall back option. You fail and you miss life.

Both flawed, both depress me. Are they really my only options? I am conflicted by the fact that every single decision I make within every second of my life is bound by these options. I cannot choose, but even that is not an option i am willing to pursue, as the choice of neither is the choice of the most misery and lifelessness.

So both it has to be. It can’t, but it has to. It must. I cannot live knowing that there is a time where I am not living. Be it because I am waiting or because I got done waiting a long time ago. I don’t want to live like its my last day. I want to live like I’m going to keep on living.

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