Who has time to be a teenager?

Ever since i started my GCSE’s life has been a constant turmoil of endless questions about my future. I ask myself, when do we have time to live and be free as a teenager if we’re just contantly pressured to know what we will be as an adult?

Nowadays school life is all about living in the future instead of living in the now. Honestly, this is becoming so exhausting to the point where instead of looking forward to my future I dread it.
GCSE’s were bearable but when you get to A-Levels your life’s purpose just becomes about personal statements, work experience, revising endless amounts of work and making sure that a piece of paper will show how brilliant you are and create a future for you. But i think, how the hell are we supposed to make ourselves sound brilliant on paper if we dont feel brilliant with ourselves?

Its all about pieces of paper.
Pieces of paper that make your exams.
Pieces of paper that will be your personal statement.
Pieces of paper that at the end of the day will be more valuable than you as an actual human. And that is what is sad.

I admire the few people who still manage to live their life to the full and do things everyday that brings excitement and thrill to them. I envy the people who have escaped this world of human machines and have stopped trying to comply to expectations.
When i think about my future, i hope my life will be like this. Because then i’ll know that i have achieved everything i have ever wanted.

Val.