What is it to be young in years and suddenly wakened to the anguish, the urgency of life?
It is then to be blind to the faults of the rebellions, to yearn painfully, wholly, after all opposites of childhood’s existence.
It is impetuousness, wild enthusiasm, immediately submerged in a flood of self deprecation.
It is humiliation with every slip-of-the-tongue, sleepless nights spent rehearsing tomorrow’s conversation, and torturing oneself for yesterday’s.
It is the emergence of cynicism, a probing of every thought and word and action.
A diary on July 29, 1948 by Susan Sontag from Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963 (via demian-l)