What youth felt like

photo-7When cleaning out a cabinet this week I found a small stack of the few papers that I had decided years ago I should hang on to. Some were academic papers bearing the praise of renowned professors, some were terrible poetry with guitar chords written above the words. And one was a few paragraphs, with only the date “Sept 24” at the top. My guess is that particular September was in the early 2000s, based on the mixture of uncertainty and lingering-but-soon-to-be-conquered depression that it displays.

This writing, which I do not remember putting down, took my breath away for how it captured the mess of emotions that swirls inside a 20-year-old woman.

I want to cry, scream, breathe. I know I will never relax. I fear commitment – I can’t settle into anything. I know there is always something better, lurking around the next corner, I expect it. It is always on the fringes of my consciousness.

I have nothing to give. My desire to be passionately committed to everything makes me feel nothing, I cannot really love. I never touch the ground, skimming over everything my fingers trace forms and outlines but don’t grab on, nothing gets lodged under my fingernails.

My voice doesn’t ring. Hollow space lies between my mind and my senses. I have given myself away for nothing, feigned a selfless act for selfish gains. Part of me wants to be everywhere but I am nowhere. I long to be in a singular place, to feel one thing, calmly, silently, with my senses interpreting silently the slow flow of stimuli that will not have the power to drown me.

If any of this resonates with you, if you are the one who feels everything and nothing at the same time, know that at a certain point I found that singular place.

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Margaret Felice

3 thoughts on “What youth felt like”

  1. This was me for most of my 55 years. Until I was willing to let go and surrender to God, and serve others (get out of myself), I could not commit to anything. Letting go was the key for me.

  2. Ahhh youth… only a number… This DOES resonate with me Margaret. But mostly of recent times. The roller coaster I have been on…. combined highs and lows…. loss of a wife of 44 years; finding an unexpected new partner; finding God again throught a saintly pastor; experiencing a new marriage and wonderful new life… letting go of our saintly pastor to let her change many more lives in a larger community… selfish tears from me… happy tears for her and her family. Now, at 68 years of life, having the training wheels taken off and on my own spiritual path with my wonderful wife and a huge, loving community of friends I had no idea existed 3 years ago. Yeah, looking back to my youth showed a few big challenges/opportunities, but in my older years, life never fails to surprise, challenge, and reward. God Bless !

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3 thoughts on “What youth felt like”

  1. This was me for most of my 55 years. Until I was willing to let go and surrender to God, and serve others (get out of myself), I could not commit to anything. Letting go was the key for me.

  2. Ahhh youth… only a number… This DOES resonate with me Margaret. But mostly of recent times. The roller coaster I have been on…. combined highs and lows…. loss of a wife of 44 years; finding an unexpected new partner; finding God again throught a saintly pastor; experiencing a new marriage and wonderful new life… letting go of our saintly pastor to let her change many more lives in a larger community… selfish tears from me… happy tears for her and her family. Now, at 68 years of life, having the training wheels taken off and on my own spiritual path with my wonderful wife and a huge, loving community of friends I had no idea existed 3 years ago. Yeah, looking back to my youth showed a few big challenges/opportunities, but in my older years, life never fails to surprise, challenge, and reward. God Bless !

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