I will not save you. I simply cannot. But I will do something better. I will teach you how to save yourself. We are so defensive because we mistake our identity to be our thoughts, or our feelings. The key is recognizing that you are not your thoughts. You are the awareness of your thoughts.
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
I really want to travel. I want to pack up my backpack and go somewhere new. I want to see where the sun rises on the east coast and sleep under an innocent star filled sky. I need to drive through the red woods and drink too much with people I just met.
Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.