The golden days of my childhood resonate through my mind as I’m sitting through yet another meeting at work. I’m waiting patiently for someone to slam binders on the conference table or pull the fire alarm or some other drastically overt gesture. That fight or flight response is about the last hope I have for a surge of adrenaline and energy. Thinking back, I can’t remember being this exhausted although I am sure it was probably only a few hours ago. I pick up the energy drink next to my elbow and can’t help that overwhelming disappointment as I discover it is empty yet again. It was empty the last three times I tried.
It wasn’t always like this.
I can remember when I was excited to learn every new thing that my career had to offer and to happily offer any help I might be able to give to my colleagues. I never thought that in a million years I would look and feel as downtrodden as my seniors. Looking back even further, I recall that sense of pride and accomplishment when I got something right or managed to help someone out. I remember the days when my shoulders didn’t carry so much and my back wasn’t bent. I sigh in frustration. Youth is wasted on the young.
All of those days with all of that boundless energy and innocence could have been bottled up and saved for when they would do the most good. That ability to believe in everyone around you and pick yourself up off the floor after you get knocked down. It was effortless. Nowadays, it’s hard to roll out of my bed after a full night’s sleep and a pot of coffee waiting for me.
Maybe it’s all cause and effect but I find myself wishing that I had saved those days and spent them wisely. They seem wasted on my boyhood. They seem wasted when I had my parents to look out for my well-being and no one depending on me for theirs. To have the vigor and the curiosity and the naivete of my youth would surely cure the doldrums of my life now. It’s easy to see at this point that there was no point to having them when I did.
Looking around at the hapless faces in the room, I see the truth of my thoughts reflected. I see the days past and the youth lost and the weight of time settled upon my peers. No one escapes time and those who have felt it’s inevitable pressure are the ones who need their youth the most.