Coming of Age, in contrast with mine 21 years ago
Today is Coming Of Age Day.
I was celebrated my Coming Of Age 21 years ago, in August, 1995.
At that the city I was grown up celebrated Coming Of Age in August, when many people return home during Obon holidays.
Although many people would see me as a lot of hope ahead, just having entered a university in April of that year, I felt nervous and miserable. Perhaps in that period, around the age of 20, was the one when I felt the most nervous every day. I was really exhausted with circle activities and activities preparing for a peace camp event, obsessing about engaging in some activities and keeping in touch with people. What I feared then was I would become alone, having nothing but studying hard, which later turned out the style that suited me much better.
My obsession about extra activities and friends in university made me really nervous, almost incapable of speaking anything without assistance from fellow students, teachers, or other adults.
Today I saw a few guys just being celebrated their Coming of Age.
They might not able to get a high mark in an entrance exam, and some of them sounded a little bit childish or teenager-like, but it looked like that they at least had their independent thoughts and vision of their future. This cast a contrast from myself then and even now, with scarce vision of my future.
I was celebrated my Coming Of Age 21 years ago, in August, 1995.
At that the city I was grown up celebrated Coming Of Age in August, when many people return home during Obon holidays.
Although many people would see me as a lot of hope ahead, just having entered a university in April of that year, I felt nervous and miserable. Perhaps in that period, around the age of 20, was the one when I felt the most nervous every day. I was really exhausted with circle activities and activities preparing for a peace camp event, obsessing about engaging in some activities and keeping in touch with people. What I feared then was I would become alone, having nothing but studying hard, which later turned out the style that suited me much better.
My obsession about extra activities and friends in university made me really nervous, almost incapable of speaking anything without assistance from fellow students, teachers, or other adults.
Today I saw a few guys just being celebrated their Coming of Age.
They might not able to get a high mark in an entrance exam, and some of them sounded a little bit childish or teenager-like, but it looked like that they at least had their independent thoughts and vision of their future. This cast a contrast from myself then and even now, with scarce vision of my future.
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