Dead at 25

A couple nights ago someone told me that these days 95% of all people die at 25, but are not buried until later in their life. He went on to say that it all had to do with our dreams. We all have them, whether they be big or small, near or far, realistic or not, but regardless of scope by the time we are 25 our life cycle slowly and steadily starts killings them off. It is our dreams that keep us young, it’s the only thing that we really have that keeps us going, pushing harder and farther. Think back to your youth, think of all the things that you wanted to do, and look at what your life has become. Have you managed to accomplish none, some, or most of your dreams? What stopped you?

Yes, I have some dreams; some enormous, some absolutely ridiculous, others more reasonable. I’m 24 so you can imagine how I felt when I heard this. The statement hit home. I’ve seen young people who are full of life reduced to zombies by the monotony of they daily lives. Why? College loans, poor pay, mounting bills, children, rent, parents, health care, retirement– you name it, most of us have to deal with it. They are being told they have their entire lives ahead of them, so why worry about it. They are told that it will only get better. They are told that this is just a rough spot and that they will get through it. How many times have you been told to take it one day at a time, just like an addict? These people lead lives of quiet desperation.

As I write this, all I can think of is whether or not I would die in the next few years. Whether this terrible economy, or all the cynics in the world would get to me. How many of my dreams I would give up by grinding it out for the rest of my life? What would that do to my health?

Keep your dreams alive, and they’ll return the favor.