This morning I was reading a book outside my favorite beachside coffee shop when an 18-year-old kid sat down next to me and said, “That’s a great read, ain’t it?” So we started chatting.He told me he was getting ready to graduate from high school next week and then immediately starting his college career in the fall. “But I have no clue what I want to do with my life,” he said. “Right now I’m just going with the flow.”And then, with eager eyes, he began asking me one question after the next:I answered his questions as best as I could, and tried to give decent advice with the time I had.
And after a half-hour conversation, he thanked me and we parted ways.But on the walk home I realized the conversation I had with that 18-year-old was actually quite nostalgic.
He reminded me of me when I was his age, more than twenty years ago. I had so many questions back then. So, I started thinking about his questions again, and I began imagining all of the little things I wish someone had told me when I was 18.Read more on marcandangel.com