Don't wait until you look back, for youth is already gone.

     Don't wait until you look back, for youth is gone

    —Reflections on "Kids Fall in Love" A decadent

    youth is unconventional, and the decadence of youth is indeed fleeting. —Epigraph


    Trains churn along the tracks of time, clocks swing forward in circles. In the long journey of life, will we, like trains, forever run on our own tracks, like clocks, turning forward without complaint? Undoubtedly, this is impossible. In those days associated with youth, how much rebellion, how many fantasies, filled our minds, taking us to a different world. However, is the world we fly to heaven or hell? That depends on whether our souls are positive or negative. Therefore, learning to choose is an essential part of youth.

    The earth keeps turning, signifying our continuation. From infancy to adolescence, we are constantly making choices. In childhood, our choices are determined by our parents, who painstakingly pave a smooth path for our growth. Later, we gradually grow up and begin to have our own thoughts. We used to choose our own clothes and gifts, but many choices were still decided by our parents. Now, we, a group of vibrant young people, are fully releasing the power and energy of youth, shouting, "My youth, my rules!" Indeed, we've all grown up, and our behavior is no longer controlled by our parents. Naturally, we, this group of mischievous children, are also seen as a group of "bad kids." Bearing the label of "bad kids," under the shadow of our hearts, what kind of youth will we write?

    Youth requires transformation, and learning to transform is an inevitable path of youth. What changes should we, this group of "bad kids," make on the road of youth? Looking back, under the azure sky, we sat leisurely on the lawn, discussing our life dreams with our friends, fantasizing that we were angels in life, doing unrealistic things, as naive as two or three-year-olds, floating on air. At this moment, we suddenly realize how childish our past behavior was. Have we become more mature now? Is this what they call change? We no longer want to be carefree and silly like before; instead, we've developed our own indifference and composure. When facing things, we no longer rush through them but think them through carefully. We may still act a little crazy sometimes, but that's just a way of choosing youthful energy. So all we can say to those who don't understand us is, "You laugh at our madness, we laugh at your blindness."

    Youth has many layers, one of which is called growth. In the intertwining of immaturity and maturity, we are always losing our way. We yearn for our own personal charm, for a romantic and exciting love... but our experience is always insufficient, and we often find it difficult to make choices at the boundary of right and wrong. We can only try again and again in the unknown world. Perhaps the future is bright, or perhaps we will fall into an abyss, but how can we taste the fruits of success without experiencing hardship? On the road of youth, after going through countless hardships, we finally stop blindly pursuing maturity and truly possess it. Standing at a crowded crossroads, we will eventually choose the right path. Perhaps the road ahead is full of thorns, perhaps we will stumble and fall, but youth has already bestowed upon us the strength of maturity. Faced with choices, we are no longer at a loss, but bravely make our choices. In the eyes of many parents, we are more like a group of "bad kids." We are no longer as obedient as we were when we were little; we have our own opinions and ideas. This may seem like rebellion or disobedience to them. But we will always insist on following the path we have chosen. We will talk to them about youth and reality, and they can only helplessly say, "The children are grown up; let them be." Yes, we have all grown up, and we must shoulder our own responsibilities. Youth needs experience; only a youth tempered by experience is truly perfect. Between the protection of our parents and our own growth, we chose the latter, and we have made ample preparations for the long road ahead.

    Butterflies are born and die, flowers bloom and fade; everything is constantly changing, but our youth is a one-way journey. In those days related to youth, we have wandered and lingered, suffered and triumphed. But everything must eventually become the past. While we are still young, let us examine our mistakes, lest we regret our ignorance when youth has passed.

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