Time

Time. It's the one thing we can give but never get back. Even pieces of our heart can be returned, though slightly damaged. Time is the one commodity we waste away, planning better things to do with the loads of time we've wasted planning tomorrow. What happened to today?

I'm touring colleges. Questioning what my future will hold. So transfixed on 2015 that I'm wasting away 2014. I'm terrified of growing older as I try to hold onto the past I've wished to go away for years. There's this duality--we want to be treated older while still looking younger. We want to act younger and be held to a childlike standard as far as punishment, yet we squawk when someone dare question our maturity. We wish to be mature 10 year olds who can get away with murder. . .as long as we make it home by sundown and mom's pulling baked mac and cheese out of the oven.

When I look back on my 17 years, I'm not sure what to think. How many hours have I spent blogging? Was it all worth it? In the end, what will seem "worth it" to me? At this point, I haven't the slightest of clues. I simply hope to be content as I look back on my life, knowing that if I had the chance--I'd do it all the same.