Youth is an ongoing moment of pure present (doomed to disappear).
A moment of promiscuous totality, of indulgent casualness, of indifferent anger, courage and stupidity, exhilaration and wretchedness, confusion and determination. A time of freedom of thought and desire – time of creation, of ideals rooted in a dance of desires and passions and cravings and hormones.

The body that accompanied you thus far, which has been the “home” of the self, changes and becomes different, takes on a strange, off-putting, and terrifying form. Not yet understood, still foreign, yet it drives us to act with full force, leads us here and there. There is an urge and a need to go on a new path, to find your own place.

It is time of unconditional acceptance (and rejection): All or nothing. A dramatic time of seeing everything as black or white, of resolute logic, and of blind faith. Time of magic. Time of formation and experimentation. Battle, as pointless as it is ruthless, from which a point of view, an identity, and personality emerge and take shape.

Youth is when intimacy – with yourself, with others – is formed, growing and emerging out of shame, anxiety, fear, alienation, and judgment, from a sense of adventure and courage and defiance. This is a time to exist without understanding and remain optimistic.

Youth, a game that is all about truth.