Sometimes I still feel this way, but less and less:
“…but one of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened to anyone before.”
More and more I feel this way:
“…and although it did occur to me to call the desk and ask that the air conditioner be turned off, I never called, because I did not know how much to tip whoever might come—was anyone ever so young? I am here to tell you that someone was.”
Finally, I want to always feel this way, but fear you can’t:
“ Nothing was irrevocable; everything was within reach. Just around every corner lay something curious and interesting, something I had never before seen or done or known about. I could go to a party and meet someone… I could make promises to myself and to other people and there would be all the time in the world to keep them. I could stay up all night and make mistakes, and none of them would count.”
Read the whole essay here: http://www.mtholyoke.edu/~zkurmus/html/didion.html
It’s from Slouching Towards Bethlehem, which I sometimes reread and love all the more.