The Importance Of Young People

For Those Who Still Think Young People Are Just 'Dumb And broke'

If we don't start giving more value to our young, our future is at stake.


Yes, ageism is a serious thing. And discriminating against young people happens just as often as discrimination against old people. The youth is the future and if people stopped underestimating our abilities and opinions, each and every one of us could have the full potential to be great and change that future for the better.

Whenever I tell anyone that I'm 18 and in college, they just tell me, "Enjoy your life while you're young." And I just laugh it off but in my head, I'm freaking out about the 10 finals I have to study for, that assignment that's due in two hours, and all those club meetings I have to go to next week. All those older people claim they want us to live our best life, but we all know that it is simply not possible.

Being young isn't that great. Especially when most people don't take you seriously enough even though you work just as hard as them. It is very important for those who are older that have more "wisdom and experience" and whatnot, to let the youth speak. It is as simple as that. It is such a grave mistake to laugh at the 15-year-old's opinion or bash the 19-year-old who was just speaking their mind.

Just because "they don't even know what life is" or "they're just young and confused" does not give anyone the right to destroy a young person's creativity and thought process. Confidence is something that has to be built from a young age. If those who are older keep thinking that those younger are just dumb and inexperienced and keep shutting down their opinions, it can really hurt their self-esteem. And a low self-esteem will keep the young person from being able to reach the level of greatness they were meant for.


And another point is respect. I know so many older people who expect those younger than them to immediately respect them the second they meet. And that is so wrong. Respect is something that should be mutual. If those who are older do not have the capacity to respect those that are younger than them, the young should not feel obligated to respect the older person. I'm not saying to curse out the next older person you see, but you don't have to suck up to them so much if they clearly don't care about you or your opinion.

Respect also goes hand in hand with respecting opinions. This connects with what I said earlier about letting the youth speak their minds. Just because those who are younger than you has a more naive opinion than you, that doesn't mean they are completely wrong and that you should bash them. Try to remember that you were at their age at one point as well. They are simply speaking from their perspective and age and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.


I also heard that some bosses don't wanna hire younger people because of their "inexperience" and inability to complete certain tasks (which they just assume because of the age factor). They strip away the young person's chance to gain new experience and learn new things based on bias and assumptions that they are not good enough. We need to do better for our youth. We need to give them the ability to voice their opinions without the fear of being mocked. We need to be able to take them seriously from now because as I said, they are our future and if we don't start giving more value to our young, our future is at stake.

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A Letter To My Freshman Dorm Room As I Pack Up My Things

Somehow a 15' x 12' room became a home.


Dear Geary 411,

With your creaky beds, concrete walls, and mismatched tile floors, you are easily overlooked as just another room we were randomly assigned to— but you were different. Inside your old walls, I have made some of the best memories of my life that I will hold on to forever.

Thank you for welcoming my neighbors in with open arms who quickly became friends who didn't knock and walked in like you were their own.

I feel like an apology is needed.

We're sorry for blaring the music so loud while getting ready and acting like we can actually sing when, in reality, we know we can't. Sorry for the dance parties that got a bit out of control and ended with us standing on the desks. Sorry for the cases of the late-night giggles that came out of nowhere and just would not go away. Sorry for the homesick cries and the "I failed my test" cries and the "I'm dropping out" cries. We're sorry for hating you at first. All we saw was a tiny and insanely hot room, we had no idea what you would bring to us.

Thank you for providing me with memories of my first college friends and college experiences.

As I stand at the door looking at the bare room that I first walked into nine months ago I see so much more than just a room. I see lots and lots of dinners being eaten at the desks filled with stories of our days. I see three girls sitting on the floor laughing at God knows what. I see late night ice cream runs and dance battles. I see long nights of homework and much-needed naps. Most importantly, I look at the bed and see a girl who sat and watched her parents leave in August and was absolutely terrified, and as I lock you up for the last time today, I am so proud of who that terrified girl is now and how much she has grown.

Thank you for being a space where I could grow, where I was tested physically, mentally and emotionally and for being my home for a year.


A girl who is sad to go

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When Was The Last Time You Were Alive?

If you can't post it for everyone to see, was it truly a remarkable moment?


Being alive is an essentially effortless act.

In theory, as long as you're eating food, drinking water, and performing as a human, assuming no major health conditions, most of us are living.

The tragedy I see most often is so very few of us are alive.

Now, I'm not suggesting you drop your textbooks and sprint up a mountain, or go broke trying to find yourself in new activities and events.

That's the illusion pressed onto so many of us. Social Media, more importantly, FOMO, has taught us that in order to truly be alive we need to make sure we travel far and wide, eat gourmet and unique food, and essentially, immerse ourselves in something phenomenal. However, regardless of what you do- don't do it without an audience and the value of your experience will only be justified by the number of likes you accrue on your #bestvacation ever because you #lovenature. With your back to the camera and wispy hair flowing in the beach air, you hit all of your angles, how else will you prove that you're alive to Instagram?

I fell for this too. I spent so much of my life constantly trying to get to the next phase life had to offer. High school was fun, but I was counting the days until graduation. Growing up in a small hometown wasn't awful, but I had sticky note calendars until my next vacation. And day in and day out, events would happen all around me that were just too "normal." I wasn't alive, but I was living.

Setting your soul on fire and truly living is so much more difficult than you could ever expect, but not because you have to drain savings and take along a buddy to snap all the perfect moments.

Choosing to be alive is realizing how important it is to be in this moment or phase in life and accepting it for all its worth. Instead of racing to the finish line or trying to sprint into your next season of assumed happiness, take time to notice all the beautiful and small things that make this moment so important. There is so much life to be found in simple moments.

Semesters are ending, we are all racing to summer. Perhaps in the process, take note of the routine cafeteria worker that constantly smiles at you and says hello. Or perhaps, giggle at the fact that in just a few short weeks that bus driver you see every single morning won't be apart of your morning routine.

The farther I get from what used to be my normal, the more I miss that season of life. I haven't lived in my hometown since I was eighteen, but I miss the simplicity that came with my drives to high school listening to Kanye West and the coziness of a small town opening its doors to start a new day. I never stopped to be alive in those moments, I was just simply living.

Wherever your next phase of life might be, it will always be there. You will always have something else coming. However, once this moment is gone. It's truly gone. Don't waste beautiful views trying to capture just the right picture for Instagram, take in the moment.

Living and experiencing life can be as simple as trusting that you're exactly where you need to be in life. Cherish each moment as you're in it. The next moment is coming whether you're ready or not.

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