That resounding statement you hear from old people seems to be ringing loudly in my ear. You know that; “Your only as young as you feel inside” crap. When you are actually young you think statements like that are said to pacify the older generation. It is when you are old that you come to realize not only is the thought process true but so is the statement.
Now I must admit we need to carefully dissect that statement. Internal youth is how you feel. The external youth comes in the form of heavy duty anti wrinkle creams. Which until recently I thought was just placebo in a bottle my mother tried selling me to convince herself it was really working. Now I am not only a believer but a user of those anti aging creams. I have to say that those wonderful miracles in a bottle help me with my internal youth as well.
I have finally come to the realization that my youth is up to me. I can, and quite honestly, am easily distracted by all the young students I sit with in class with on a daily basis. It makes me nostalgic for my younger years and more youthful appearance. I want to tape a picture of me at twenty on my forehead to say “Yes, I was once young”. It is never more apparent when I hear a comment made innocently by a fellow student, that a lot of my writing embraces the suburbia mom theme. I cannot really be upset about that comment though. In fact that statement is spot on when it comes to describing me.
So instead of feeling old, I have finally embraced my age as a badge of honor. I am starting to surround myself with my younger fellow students as well. Through them I can harness some of my lost youth and theoretically turn back the clock of time on myself. By no way does that mean you will see me at an all night bender having more than my fair share of barley and oats. But I am open to any suggestions that can further my attainment of a more youthful me.
Tonya Peterson, Opinions Editor
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