Monologue – Matthew Gottesman

I love my youth. It is so amazing, so powerful, invigorating! I love it so much, that I choose to do nothing but marvel it and treasure it. I never dare to not appreciate it, for how many in there old age lack what I have? A spring in my step, a glow in my eyes? It is for this very reason that I fear that I can never appreciate my youth in all its god-given splendor, but I await the day. The day that my dedication and admiration for what God has given me increases as my youth decreases. Less spring, less glow… perhaps I won’t be so young then, if I continue at this rate? In fact, what am I marveling at in any case? Everyone around me is young and taking action, so that regardless of their age they can have something to revel in. But oh no… it’s too late… if not something that God has given me… what do I bask in now? I’m too young to be old, and too old be unaccomplished. 18 going on 30 going on 10. I am something going on about nothing, with nothing important to say about something. Freshman troubles.