POKOLENIE

The world seems wide open, but it still feels stifling. Everyone around you advises you to ‘take everything life has to offer,’ but life seems to be made of plastic: it shines, but it only bends until the first disappointment. Eighteen is the age when it seems like there's an eternity ahead, but in reality, it's just a long night with noise in your head and dreams of escaping anywhere, anywhere but where everyone pretends to know what's right.

I want to believe that this is not just youthful discontent, but something real - that pulsating ‘something more.’ While tattoos sparkle, phrases about dreams and talent swirl around, while you want to rush off without thinking about the road ahead, you can feel that your heart may not know the route, but it definitely remembers why it beats.