Sixteen are not so pretty – the central trend

When I was small, I believed that my life would start the day I became 16. I thought I had found everything out. When I saw films of the coming-of-age, I saw an example of what my life would soon be. I thought that every problem that occurred in my life would be tied up with a decent little bow within a few days, but in reality there are not so pretty.

According to my younger self, my whole life in a composition journal on the desk in my bedroom should already be outlined perfectly. Despite the life I created in my head, it seems that these plans have expired on the day I got sixteen. I hardly know which college I want to visit in two years, and there is a new prerequisite for what I need to know every week, how many extra -curricular activities are to be involved and which grades that are necessary to go into a reasonably decent University.

I have no time for the life -changing adventures that I thought I would bring my teenage years. Instead of the size that books and films are portrayed as Daily Life, Sixteen brought new tasks instead. I now spend most of my time doing homework, if possible to make a nap and visit endless evening samples.

I wish my life would be like the coming-of-age films that I loved as a child, but they did not take into account that there would be a global pandemic in middle school or that my sister gets sick and my family turns around Would be wrong.

The way to sixteen shouldn't be as difficult as it was. It shouldn't be about visiting my family in hospitals or being bullied at school at thirteen. The path to sixteen should be as pretty as a lane in the spring of cherry blossoms, but instead I was hit with a cold walk through the forests, which were lined by barren trees with occasional flower of a ringlebar. The rarity of the flowers let me appreciate their beauty more than I in a field full of them, just as I now appreciate the time with friends and the family without the difficulties of building the quality time in my schedule.

Although my life in a composition journal like my younger I is not perfectly outlined, my life changes constantly and changes while I grow and when people come in and out. The plans that I had made for my life did not come about sixteen. Now it's time for me to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life.

I know that my life will change a lot in the next few years when I leave the high school behind me and enter adulthood. My life doesn't look the way the films could be expected, but it is beautiful and constantly changing. I would not exchange it for the world, let alone a life in which all my problems are involved in perfect small arches.