By chris-chris92 on Skatehive
It may sound trivial, even cliché or stupid, but life itself is seen with a bit more perspective once you reach a certain age. I know, I know… I sound like a lecture you might get from your mother or father, but paradoxically, it was only after turning 32 that I was able to see more clearly how all the things that used to matter to me do not really matter that much. As a teenager, I worried too much about being attractive, beautiful, some kind of symbol of validation and worth for boys my age. I did not pay enough attention to educating myself or focusing on what truly mattered. I was just another girl pretending to be something she was not. It was the passage of time, and nothing else, that changed that anxious way of trying to find myself in the world. Something like the step the Stoics describe in order to find true wisdom, only with the ability to be mentally, but also materially, in a place where nothing really matters anymore. And I am not talking about a negative or unhealthy me