wasted youth

Why couldn’t I have saved that stamina I had in college for now? I think of all the nights when we’d be out until 4 or 5 am, then I’d wake up to be at my morning class, go to work, then do it all again. I didn’t need much sleep to function and I took full advantage of it. I wasted nights away with bottles of beer, shots of whiskey, and people who would never be a part of my life again.

I should have saved all that battery life for nights when Brandon keeps me up. Now I’m old – my back starts aching, my head throbbing, my body shaking if I don’t get enough sleep. I don’t think I’m really old enough to say this yet, but youth is wasted on the young; it takes a little more maturity to appreciate it, and by the time you appreciate it, it’s already gone.