I recently turned 18, and I feel so young. And suddenly the faces of all my peers also seem so young to me. Somehow I think I deceived myself into believing that age 18 was a time to be mature and adult and knowledgeable and confident about certain things, and that there must be something wrong with me because of how naïve and unsure and small I’ve been feeling. But then, in the process of writing these words, I’ve realized that maybe 18 is akin to infancy, that maybe this year, this graduation celebration marks an ending and a beginning; maybe this is our rebirth.
Elisa Noemí Orellana Faulstich