Thereโs a strange kind of grief that comes with leaving behind your teenage years. It's not just the loss of the years themselves, but the loss of who you were when you were in them. You were someone who believed that time stretched on forever, someone who still thought you had all the answersโor at least enough time to figure them out. As you grow up, you start to understand that you don't get to be a teenager forever. You start to realize that everything is temporary, and the moments you thought you had forever slip away without you even realizing it. And one day, you wake up, and the world expects you to act like an adult, even though youโre still holding onto the ghosts of those teenage days, still clinging to the idea that you could be young and carefree forever.
