Wild thoughts - by That Dark Writer

No one ever warned me that part of being a teenager was learning to live with emotions that feel too big for my own body.One minute, I’m laughing loudly, cracking jokes, feeling like I’m floating…And the very next minute, I’m quiet, irritated, or suddenly overwhelmed by a sadness I can’t explain. People ask, “What’s wrong?” but the truth is, most times, I don’t know.There isn’t a clear reason.There isn’t a single moment to point at.There’s just this heaviness I can’t translate into words. I try to figure it out. I try to trace the feeling back to its source.But I can’t.And that confusion makes me miss the version of myself I used to be, the carefree kid who didn’t spend nights overthinking,who didn’t worry about tomorrow,who didn’t feel the weight of the world pressing on her chest. But somehow, I’m growing up in a generation that never stops.Everyone is moving so fast, sprinting, not walking.If you pause to breathe, you feel like you’re already falling behind.The pressure doesn’t just come from society; it comes from watching your peers, too.Teenagers like you, doing big things, achieving big goals, living big lives…and you start to wonder why you’re not doing the same. There’s the pressure to fit in, to secure a place among your peers, to not be the one who gets left out.There’s the pressure of the future, thinking of careers, dreams, success, money, when deep down, you’re still a kid just trying to figure out who you are. Then there are the “must-haves” that life throws at you:The girl must-haves.The boy must-haves.The places you’re supposed to have visited.The trends you’re expected to keep up with.The “If you haven’t been to, you’re snoozing” conversations that leave you questioning if you’re living enough. On top of that, there’s the constant need for data, because in this age, data is the passport to communication, entertainment, knowledge, even relevance.And as if that’s not stressful enough, there’s the consistent worry about money.Money for data.Money for clothes.Money for outings.Money to not “look like what you’re going through.”Money to simply exist. It’s crazy that I’m just a teenager, yet my mind drifts to how I can make thirty billion overnight.And what’s even crazier is that I know I’m not alone.Our mates are doing big things, launching businesses, influencing, creating brands, making moves, so sometimes we ask ourselves, “Why can’t we?”“Why am I not doing enough?”It becomes overwhelming.Stifling.A weight you feel on your shoulders every single day. And somewhere in the middle of all this chaos, reality hits:time waits for no one.Every day passes quickly, like water slipping through your fingers, and you feel like you’re racing against a clock only you can hear. Most of us juggle so many things, writing, crocheting, cooking, content creating, learning skills, chasing opportunities.Not always because we’re passionate about them,but because we hope one of them will bring money, stability, or a miracle.Most of us don’t even get the luxury of hobbies anymore, everything we do is tied to survival, to earning, to staying relevant. And whenever we sit quietly, lost in thought, money somehow finds its way into the center of our worries.It controls our decisions, our emotions, our dreams, our fears.It shapes the kind of teenagers we’re becoming.Money doesn’t just talk, it commands. Sometimes I wonder if this is what growing up is supposed to feel like:the pressure, the confusion, the longing for who we used to be

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