Top 7 Beautiful Essays About Youth

It has been said: "Youth is like a summer shower; even if you’ve caught a cold from being drenched, you'd still want to immerse yourself in the rain again." Indeed, youth is the most beautiful phase of life. It's a time when we pursue our passions, live fully, burn brightly, create, be dynamic, and continuously strive for more. Youth holds our cherished memories, as well as the painful recollections of wounds deeply etched in our minds. Everyone will taste the sweetness and bitterness of youth—because it's an inevitable rule, a priceless gift from the universe. Time flows on endlessly, following its eternal cycle, and no one can change the inevitable. No matter how small, innocent, or naive we may be, we will eventually have to grow up and face the hardships of life. The warmth of a mother's embrace and the deep love of a grandmother cannot alter that unchangeable fate. And youth is the first tentative step into the journey of life.

Each person is born with their own unique path, with their own stories of youth. Some are happy because they followed the right path, while others have tears of regret for wasting their beautiful years. But don’t despair, for that is the very essence of youth. Don’t be disappointed if you feel you didn’t give your all, if you gave up on your dreams too easily, or even feared that pursuing them would not yield the results you desired. Be thankful for your youth, for it has allowed you to grow through the challenges and losses, offering valuable lessons you will never forget on the journey of life. As we take our first steps, we stumble. The key is not how others perceive us, but whether we rise and continue moving forward. Yes, youth gives us the opportunity to make mistakes, but it also teaches us that we cannot continue making the same mistakes, or the chances will slip away. Youth is the fertile soil where dreams and beautiful aspirations are nurtured, where we can struggle and thrive in the face of life's challenges. Later in life, when we look back, there will be no regrets, only fond memories of the most beautiful moments in our brief journey.

Youth comes unexpectedly and slips away like the September breeze—refreshing yet hurried. One can never "step into the same river twice" in the journey of life. So, if we know life is finite, why not live it fully, deeply? (Pham Lu An) Therefore, let us embrace our youth and live it to the fullest, just as its name implies—beautiful and vibrant.

Youth, a beautiful word, evokes feelings of dreams and ambitions. Yet, it also brings to mind painful memories of moments when we stumbled. Indeed, after those vibrant years of youth, who hasn’t stumbled at least once?

In those days, we were not only filled with youthful passion and energy, surrounded by close friends, but we also experienced our first loves. At 17, our hearts beat wildly for the first time, meeting someone special. In that moment, we realized that the essence of youth lies here, in these fleeting moments.

Our first love was innocent, yet wildly intense. We loved fully, giving all our heart. The emotions were pure, like the first kiss of morning sunlight filtering through branches. It gave us a sweetness that we hadn’t experienced in our lives up until then. It was the first time we truly understood what it meant to love, to invest all our thoughts and feelings in someone, to live for another person, and to be loved in return.

Youth was so beautiful. If given the chance, we would choose to relive those moments again, to be caught in that summer rain where we first met, just to be able to see that person again, and to feel our hearts race once more, like the ringing of bells in our chest.

At 17, we loved and thought that person was our whole world. But as youth fades, we must grow up and leave behind the beautiful memories and our youthful selves. It is then that we realize that youth, once gone, becomes nothing more than the past.

And then we hurt, deeply, knowing that our youth has passed and with it, that person may also fade away, never to return. Youth is fleeting, and yes, everyone stumbles along the way. But in the end, we continue walking forward, and those old pains become nothing more than callouses buried deep within our hearts.

Youth may pass, but the future lies ahead. Stumbling doesn’t mean we will never love again. A heart scarred with past pains may find it harder to begin anew. But once we find the right person, we may never let go. In the end, we must thank youth for giving us the courage to love and stumble. Because, after all, not everyone experiences those precious youth years like we did.

"Youth is a turbulent time because we don't know the answers yet. We don't know what we truly want, who truly loves us, or who we genuinely love. It's the time we keep wandering, searching for answers. And then, when we unexpectedly find them, we realize we've grown, we've experienced a few separations along the way. (Reply 1997)"

Thank you to the Ghibli films, whose meaningful scenes helped me grow and taught me to open my heart with both logic and emotion. These are my sincere thoughts, and the reason for writing? I simply want a blog to reflect on my life, to improve myself, and to live without regrets.

"In our youth, we often overlook the beginnings, but when it ends, the pain is overwhelming. As we mature, we avoid childish hurts, but in doing so, we lose the courage we once had." (Years of Regret)

Those gentle days of soft winds, colorful kites flying, and the first rains of the season.

When I was 10, I really liked someone seriously, but at that age, love seemed like a forbidden topic. I knew that, but isn’t love a wonderful chemical reaction? So, as a shy kid, when I was confessed to for the first time, it felt like receiving candy. That was how my first love story began. Seeing that person every day, studying together, chatting, those were the happiest moments. But this story wasn't a fairy tale, it was more like a sad ballad. It taught me that the world has many things that hurt us, and the more we resist them, the more they hurt. But in the end, the year spent studying and talking together was still a cherished childhood memory.

Indeed, "Of course, when we are young, how can we believe that one day fate will prevent us from achieving what we desire? (Do You Like America?)"

My nature was shy, so I always took a backseat and was often bullied. At 12, I decided to change myself and became the most annoying person ever *ahem*. It wasn't special, but I gave myself the right to yell at others and demand respect, I followed the popular girls in class to mock those beneath me, and I flattered those I disliked to become 'best friends.' I'm sorry for that, sorry for forcing ourselves to be friends. What’s more, I played with people’s emotions. I didn’t believe in karma and had no idea how severe the consequences would be at 18. I was childish and unpleasant. Now, looking back, I’m much stricter with myself today.

The sunny days were gentle yet clear – Warmth

Those days when sunshine and wind still smile

Although I deny it, the person who changed that shameful trait in me was someone with the same first letter, when I was 16. He can truly be called "The best thing that has ever been mine".

"Everyone has their own youth and their own stories of it, and in each story, there are beautiful memories mixed with regrets that linger in the depths of the heart." (Years of Regret).

I consider my first love to be a fairy tale, because, perhaps after my parents, no one has loved me unconditionally like that. Yet, I, under the pressures of life, rejected and hurt that person (At that time, my unpleasant traits were still untreated, I hate myself for it). Naturally, my actions caused a sharp conflict, and no one was there to intervene... and so we hated each other for the next two years. My stubbornness made it impossible for us to stay friends. During that time, I received the consequences of my actions.

Then came the storms – slowly turning into a raging storm.

The consequences were simple: the more I mocked others, the more I was mocked. How I made fun of others was exactly how I was made fun of. And worse, my emotions were toyed with by others. Was it sad? Yes, but I deserved it, so I told myself, "I have no right to feel sad."

To survive those days of the storm, I buried myself in studies (which was a passion, not just a way to escape). I studied to prove to myself what I could do, to learn from the great people, and to determine my own path in life. And of course, I wanted to find someone to share this journey with for the rest of my life.

Because "Youth will eventually pass, but strength remains. Every effort made, every lesson learned, is meant to win over ourselves. Because outside of ourselves, there are no other opponents." (Luhan)

Only after calming down from the college entrance exams did I develop the habit of reading. I read a lot of essays, anthologies, and books on life, love, and youthful dreams. I learned to meditate and view life with compassion, which led me to realize many things, one of which was the inspiration for this blog.

Looking back on those sunny days, I had a serious conversation with that person, acknowledged my faults, and expressed my true feelings. We both felt as if we had released the burdens we carried for more than two years. Now, he has his own love, and I sincerely wish him the best. We all grow up, and so we think more thoughtfully. I still vividly remember the rainy day when he came to my house just to give me a rose. But I, afraid my parents would scold me, unintentionally hurt him... I’m sorry... sorry for not having enough courage... I was so foolish, wasn’t I? Moreover, when we fought, the whole world knew... So, if I say I want to start over... doesn’t it sound ridiculous?

"Youth is a time for longing and reminiscing. When you embrace it, it means nothing, but when you pour it out and look back, everything has meaning. The people who have loved us and hurt us have a place in the story of our youth." (Do You Like America?).

Meeting someone is a very special thing because only through fate can we meet. I’ve learned to cherish that... For some things, it's not too late, but for others, it's too late already. My rigid principle has always been that once I move forward, I never look back... But now, I summon the courage to turn back and find that everything is summarized in one word: "Regret"... and I don’t want my youth to be drowned in that word. What should I do now? Go back to the routine or live fully for my youth?

"Youth is a time full of turbulence because we don’t know the answers yet. We don’t know what we truly want, who truly loves us, or who we truly love. It’s a time when we keep wandering, searching for answers. And then, when we unexpectedly find them, we realize we’ve grown, having experienced some separations along the way. (Reply 1997)"

Is it possible to get back even a little bit of that time? The sunny days of youth, naive yet filled with feelings for someone? Probably not, because I made mistakes.

Ho Chi Minh City, April 19, 2016 Author: Tea1997 Tran

There are rays of sunshine hanging from the mango tree at the neighbor's house – right outside my gate – the spring sun is leaving, and the little birds – who only yesterday were timidly snuggling into their mother's embrace – are now fluttering about, chirping merrily...

The little girl, T, has started first grade. At that age, you don't worry about anything. In the morning, she skips happily with her backpack, excitedly climbs onto her mother's bike, and is taken to school. By noon, she returns, chattering away about the clear, innocent world she had experienced, every word still echoing in my ears...

Back then, in first grade, you were just like that. No worries, no thoughts to ponder. And yet... in the blink of an eye, you've become an eighteen-year-old young man – with all the aspirations and dreams hidden inside you. You're no longer the carefree child you once were. Now, in your backpack, besides books and pens, are worries and plans about the future...

No matter what career you choose, my dear, every profession is honorable. What's important is that you must carefully consider and choose a path, a direction, a career you are willing to dedicate yourself to, all the way to the truth...

There is no road without difficulties, you know... Trials, obstacles, challenges, storms, and fierce winds will surround you one by one. But all of that is a test – testing your endurance and maturity. If you are afraid, the more you fear, the more it will cling to your life. Truly.

But... you will never give up, will you? Just like steel passing through the furnace, the stronger the fire, the tougher and more resilient it becomes. Every success begins with that determination, my dear. So, keep going, always persevere, and have the courage to overcome every difficulty and obstacle to achieve your dreams.

I believe you will step into the future with great confidence. Because you are the eighteen-year-old young man full of love, strength, and determination.

Keep going, my dear.

At 17, we are always different from who we become at 27, but the memories of youth remain forever. 'What is the most beautiful time in life?' I was asked this as June arrived. The answer is simple – it’s youth.

The golden days of youth teach us that once something is gone, it’s like a one-way train ride – there’s no turning back.

Youth is the most beautiful memory of life, and no matter how wealthy we may become, those moments from that time can never be bought.

In our youth, we have wonderful friends, fragile but pure emotions, and experiences we will forever cherish.

Many of us still hold on to memories of the 'boy from 18' or the 'girl we once pursued'. When we meet again as adults, we smile softly, thinking of those beautiful, carefree days.

No one can truly define youth, but we all know we lived it to the fullest. Youth is like a dream – sweet but filled with regret.

Regret arises from the things we didn’t do, as time slips by, like the last sparks of a firework. Yet, youth was beautiful because we lived the life we wanted.

Youth is selfish – we always believe there’s enough time to right our wrongs, to heal a heart that’s caused harm. Youth is also the first experience of love, of pain from love, and of growing because of love. If I could, I would treasure every moment, every person who came into my life.

Sometimes, I want to write down the scattered pieces of memories from past stories, but I can’t find the courage. There are some names I can’t speak, for fear that if I do, tears will follow, and the pain will return. Perhaps some stories only have a beginning and an end, and the memories should stay buried deep in the heart.

Youth is a race we didn’t care about until we lived it. Once it’s gone, we would give anything to go back. Those years had blazing summers, and moments of sorrow, because no matter how hard we try to hold on, it all fades away.

Youth is gone like a dream, whether we regret or long for it, it’s securely locked in the past.

June has come again, bringing those youthful days back to life, reminding us that not everything we wish for becomes a reality.

The most important thing is to live for the present, so every moment can become a radiant part of our youth.

As time passes, there was a moment when we thought we were still the child held by our parents' arms, a dreamy schoolgirl heading to class every morning – carefree, innocent, and pure, taking the first steps toward our passions, full of enthusiasm and vigor. We’ve been through youthful days full of challenges but beautifully glittered with dreams of a happy future.

But today, I suddenly realize that I’ve crossed the threshold into adulthood. Now, all that remains are the stories I reflect on when I remember. Everyone has their own youth and their own stories from that time, each of them etched with beautiful memories, mingled with the regrets that leave an indelible mark on the heart.

Youth is a turbulent period because we don’t know what the answers are. We don’t really know what we want. It’s the time when we wander, searching for those answers. And then, when we unexpectedly discover the answer, we’ve already grown up, and endured a few goodbyes along the way.

When we’re young, we must always be ready for farewells, whether they’re expected or sudden. For we can never know when the next reunion will come – tomorrow, next week, or perhaps never. Because youth is about farewells without a promised return.

Youth is a sky full of dreams. It’s the time that leaves behind the most beautiful, most nostalgic moments of a person’s life. But that vibrant youth passes too. We grow through challenges and losses. We learn to choose what’s best for ourselves, though often, not the choice we wished for the most.

The beautiful youth is the greatest gift life gives us, the time when we live freely and fully. Even if things change, even if we face obstacles, we can still smile when we look back. Life is never perfect, but the important thing is how we enjoy and view it. Whether we smile at the beauty and meaning of youth or feel regret for what has passed, these memories will stay with us for years to come.

Stars never disappear when the sun rises; they continue to shine in their rightful place. And every beautiful moment in life is the same. Time may pass, but the beautiful memories remain in our hearts, never fading away.

'Let’s go back, I want to go back, to the memories of our youthful days that will forever remain young. We are forever young...'

Have you ever wondered what youth really is? You, me, her – each of us will have our own answer to this question. The heart is infinite, and so are the feelings that come with it.

Youth is that person standing there, talking endlessly, while you listen quietly, yet never having the courage to step forward and kiss those beautiful lips.

Youth is an unscripted play; you perform without caring about anyone else’s role or when they take the stage. Youth is being rejected time and time again, only to keep trying, again and again. Youth is the moment when you learn to love and sacrifice without expecting anything in return.

Youth is holding hands, riding on a train that never comes back. Youth is living the life you want to live. Youth is like a roll of toilet paper – it looks thick, but before you know it, it’s all used up.

Youth is meeting the right person at the wrong time. Youth is the inevitable regret no matter what choice you make. Youth is a pimple not fully healed, words left unsaid, yet the bell rings, the day ends, and your face is slowly forgotten.

Youth is selfish. You find all sorts of reasons to hurt those who love you, and in the end, you spend years repenting.

Youth is a pile of books like a small mountain on the table, pens running dry, and sachets of instant coffee consumed late into the night.

Youth is drinking until you pass out, singing until your voice cracks, laughing until you cry, and crying until you collapse.

Youth is the first time you travel far away. If I could, I would tell you not to give up on your dreams. Youth is the first time you love. If I could, I would make sure our friends never had to sigh, wondering why we weren’t together. Youth is the first time you understand. If I could, I would treasure every little memory, every moment of the past.

Youth is the story you want to write but can never put to paper. There are characters you can’t dare to remember, afraid that writing it down would change the essence of the story. In the end, all that remains is the beginning and the end, while the in-between is tucked away in your heart. What can be written is often the story of someone else.

All endings are already written, all tears have been shed, yet you suddenly forget how it all began. It was on a summer day, one that can never be relived. Even though I chased after you, you of that time slipped away like a fleeting cloud. Your smile was so light, so gentle, fading into the distant horizon. As I turn to the last page of the now-yellowed book, fate closes it clumsily. I read and cry, but I can’t help but admit that youth is a book written in haste.

Youth is a moment belonging to the past, a time when your life is full of possibilities, desires, and the belief that you can shape your own destiny. And then, one day, you realize that feeling of having everything in your grasp is gone. You look back, and your life seems like a tangled web of paths, and you understand that your future, too, has limits. Yet, in those moments, you still see these present moments and realize that the harsh logic of reality has just begun. Only then can you truly understand that this is your youth. So, we never truly hold onto time – it is time that holds us.

But, my friend, in the end, youth isn’t about time; it’s about feeling. Youth isn’t about a pretty face, a red lip, or a gentle embrace. It’s about a lofty will, about boundless imagination, like an emotion full of fiery passion. Youth flows like a deep stream, coursing through life.

Youth is something you don’t notice as you live through it, but once it’s gone, you’d give everything to get it back.

As the years flow like water, youth leaves no regrets. No one stays 18 forever, but there will always be people who are 18. The sky at 18 is full of blooming flowers, a blue sky, white clouds, sunlight intertwined, laughter, and unceasing cheers. Youth carries the gentleness of summer, but also its fiery spirit. Some compare youth to a lonely sunbeam. Perhaps it’s because youth, like water, no matter how tightly you hold it, will slip through your fingers.

Standing at the crossroads called Youth, looking back at the path of my growth, I see the road ahead is still long, filled with shimmering sunlight and teasing moonlight. Life has gifted us with the most precious gift – youth. A youth full of energy, longing, curiosity, struggle, hope, and belief.

Who hasn’t made mistakes in their youth? When you have youth, you can boldly do what you want without worrying about making the wrong turn. As long as you’re still young, no matter how many mistakes you make, no matter how many times you fall, you’ll always have the chance to try again. This is the greatest value of youth.

You only have one youth in your life. Cry, laugh, love, act boldly, for in the end, even when youth passes, the memories remain, and what you’ve experienced will shape who you are today...

May we all live up to these years called Youth!