Aging is not always easy. Growing up can, instead, be hard but exciting and thrilling at the same time. Young people tend to be full of hope, dreams and possibility. That's what youth is made of. That rubbish idea of "feeling young inside" can't really work nor help when all that is actually just part of your memories. Past. Over.
It must sound like I'm not in an enthusiastic mood today, but that is not the case. I feel grateful I can age surrounded by young people: my sons, my nieces and nephews, my young cousins, my students, ex-students sticking around. I feel the gap but not suffer from it. I can smell dreams, energy, future and ... find some hope.
I happen to like young people pretty much and I'm really curious about what they like, think and long for. They are not simply my task, not only my job. They are my life, people I deeply care for. I don't know if this is why I often watch films or read books they seem to be fond of or that tell their stories. Stories of kids or teenagers. I do that. Quite often.
For instance, I've seen two movies targeting a teenage audience these days. Both have just been released here in Italy, both are adaptations of successful books: Beautiful Creatures (La sedicesima luna) and Noi siamo infinito (The Perks of Being a Wallflower).


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