Monday, March 21, 2011

"Welcome to Miami; Bienvenido a Miami."-Will Smith

One of my favorite songs ever is "Fifteen" by Taylor Swift. There is so much about that song that I appreciate. It's upbeat and fun to sing at the top of your lungs when you're driving with the windows down. Also, the lyrics tell a beautiful story.

"You can't always live in the past. Do not trust everyone you meet. Your family will always be there for you." If I could go back to when I was fifteen, there are so many things I would tell the younger version of me. "Cuz when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe them." (Taylor Swift, "Fifteen")

"In your life, you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team; I didn't know it at fifteen. When all you wanted is to be wanted...wish you could go back, and tell yourself what you know now."

When I was fifteen, I thought my life was a mess. I didn't take any QuinceaƱera pictures because I thought I wasn't pretty enough. I didn't join the volleyball team because I thought I wasn't good enough. I didn't even bother trying out for the dance team because everyone always told me I wasn't perfect.  I felt like I didn't deserve anything good in life, and I was only fifteen. If I could go back now, I would tell my younger self how beautiful I was, how I was not only good, but GREAT at volleyball, and that my dancing was perfect because I danced with passion.

I never really dated anyone until my senior year of high school, but Lord knows how many crushes I had. I was watching the last "Glee" episode, "Original Song," and I was laughing, aww-ing, and wanting to cry throughout the whole show. I felt a lot like Rachel Berry when I was a freshmen and sophomore in high school. I felt rejected, as if life could just not be any more unfair to me. I think the age of fifteen is an important year for every human being. Heck, hormones are running through your veins like little chickens with their heads cut off. One minute you're jumping off the ceilings, dancing around your room, and the next thing you know, you're sad, and you have no idea why.

For all you parents out there, you either 1) lived through your child(ren)'s rebellious fifteen-year-old phase, 2) are going to be faced with this troublesome phase in a few years, or 3) are going through hell right now, wondering what you're doing wrong or what you're doing right. If I recall correctly, I didn't have any parental figures to help me through my fifteenth year of life. Actually, most young adults feel the same way. We go through this promising age with confusion, hurt, and not really knowing what to do. Dear parents, if I may suggest one thing: COMMUNICATION!!!! Talk to your children. They are just as lost as you are, and they need your support. When you're fifteen, you're still a child at heart, but you're rapidly being introduced to the grown-up world. It's so easy to get lost and to jump off the track. If you know a child who doesn't have any parents, talk to them, too. Lord knows they need all the role models they can get. Communication is the key to any successful relationship...any!

I'm in Miami now, and for the first time in nearly four years, I actually have no desire to return to Tallahassee. I wish I could be here, at my in-laws house, for a little while longer, but I trust the Lord has a bigger plan for me. Also, it's nearing one in the morning, so I'm off to sleep. I bid you all a good night, and farewell!

In His Love,
Esther <3

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