I know I worry about my two boys. They're still young but their teens and 20s will be here before they realize.
I had a very difficult time at that age. I was a lost child searching for an identity, spinning my wheels in circles and feeling like I was going nowhere. Now at 48, I look back on those so-called "troubles" and laugh. They mean nothing to me now but back then, that angst was real.
That is the problem. Something horrible happens and they just don’t (we just didn’t) have the wisdom to know that one day, not far in the future, that horrible thing would NOT either define you or keep you down. You won’t even think about it much.
They are all a little lost at 19. I thought I knew SO MUCH and I was just beginning to understand that I knew very little. I’d been feeling like a life expert since 16. I’ve never felt as Know it all as I did then and I never will. I can’t! Now I KNOW I don’t know sh**!