Now Is Not the Time to Panic

by Kevin Wilson

We were sixteen. How did you prevent your life from turning into something so boring that no one wanted to know about it? How did you make yourself special?

But I was so young. How did I know what I would and would not regret?

I thought that the saddest thing that could happen was that something inside your head worked so hard to make it into the world and then nothing happened. It just disappeared.

Every single thing that you loved became a source of both intense obsession and possible shame.

The chaos of our daughter, so lovely and beautiful, I would always be grateful for it, how she required us to keep living, to keep moving forward, just so she didn’t leave us in her dust.