So, this is it. My first blog. Huh, I really hope that I can actually go through with this, I have always liked the idea of keeping a journal of some sort. For me the idea seems incredibly intellectual and profound. I have never been to good with commitments.
Tomorrow will be exactly one month. For me, it is a little hard to process time moving by this quickly, this whole year in fact has been a whirlwind. On my seventeenth birthday, I cried. I realize that this was my last birthday as a kid. This was it. The pinnacle point of my life has almost come to a close. I don’t want to be like one of those adults who go around saying, they wish they hadn’t “grown up too quickly.” I don’t even know what that means. Grown up. That term is hard to define. Growing up in reality isn’t as cliche as portrayed in the movies. No one has any sort of epiphany or awakening. We all continue to float around awkwardly, not really fully understanding our intended purpose in life. Being 18 certainly doesn’t always qualify people to be “grown up.” For me, I think I grew up a long time ago. That is what is so sad about this whole predicament. I think they are right when they say, ignorance is bliss. When I look back on my childhood, I want to be able to say that it was successful. I don’t want to regret any parts of it. This is why I worry, because I realize that what I do affects my future life, and one little slip up could cause my future years to go into complete chaos and cause me to become enternally reclusive.
