cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/50507061
Next year would be my last year as a teenager. I feel sad that I did not have any experience in my life that makes my teenage life worthy. I got more depressed, more lonely. I knew some things but I lack the ability to prove them and remembering them exactly. I heard a lot of things but cannot identify which to trust. I have no friends. I have no money. Living with my shitty parents. Some years ago, I embraced my LGBTQ+ identity and also my atheist identity but I hide all of this in real life. I have some political stances that makes me left out in many online spaces too. I am confused, sad, alone, always having fire in me along with contradictory thoughts like I wanna be beautiful but why does it matter. I wanna be famous but why does it matter. If I don't pursue them, it feels like I am killing some part of myself. I feel I have something to speak but amount of silence I have caused me a low voice and can't even speak clearly in real life. I feel like I am special but moment I try to implement something, I feel like I am not. From many years, my problem has been same. I have been seeking something but I don't know what and also fearing from achieving that. I don't know myself or maybe I know but run away from it. There is a plethora of feelings I have that makes me overwhelmed and sad. I hear answers, tryna implement them, after some time, I still get same condition. It seems that either I started to like what I used to hate or maybe something else is the problem.
I think it’s fair to say you’ll have sufficient opportunities to make friends, not necessarily that the people or experiences will be what we were expecting all of the time. Looking is important, making friends with people that have friends can help quite a lot too. Being in the right space of mind to be a good and caring friend will take you far, although our experiences may vary.
My twenties didn’t go quite how I thought they would when I was younger, but I still spent the time I had in ways that mattered to me.
Sometimes where we are isn’t the right place for us to grow. Sometimes it’s the people we’re allowing into our lives be a good or bad influences on us. Sometimes it’s our coping mechanisms that push the people that care away.
I feel that meeting the people that are right for us often means putting yourself out there and being a bit uncomfortable in a new space. That can be in the form of joining a D&D group, a running club, a book club, friend finding websites/apps, or even having penpals.
One of my best friends meets new people every day hosting Partiful events. He’s sending them out to acquaintances, and seeing how many people show up even for the most mundane things. The act of friendship can be one-sided quite a bit at first, I feel, where you’re often the one perusing the friendships or hosting events, but occasionally you’ll meet the right people and things will click into place.
One friend can often be how you make other friends, since they may invite you to events with some of their other friends and those friends’ friends.
Just a little something extra that was motivational to me: Icarus was warned not just to fly to high else he risked melting the wax on his wings, but he was warned not to fly to low either and risk dampening his wings before he ever had the chance to soar. In this I feel that we should exercise the same amount of caution in living a life in where we aren’t taking some chances to really live, at least a life where you can look back on it fondly.