Reevaluation

As I find myself transitioning from a junior in high school, to a senior, I also find myself longing for those days when I had not a care in the world.

Those days were truly the best days of my life.

So many times, we forget about where we come from, how we were raised, and what we were taught.

And, we find ourselves needing to reevaluate how we look at life.

I see it, right now, as something that I must go through.

Something that never goes according to plan.

Something that I wish was way better.

But, in all reality, I only need to reevaluate.

Life is full of time.

Time to love.

Time to be a friend, and to have them.

Time to learn.

Time to experience.

Our lives are short; not meant to be long.

That is why time flies.

It flies by so fast.

Faster than you can imagine.

That is why I am reevaluating my outlook on life and time.

I am realizing that the more time I spend surrounded by those that I love and care about, the longer my life becomes.

Even though time continues at the same pace.

The Breaking Point

That moment.

The one that we all dread.

The moment when we realize that our dreams are only just a dream, and that is all that they will ever be.

We find ourselves lost, if only temporarily, because we understand that we must let go of our dreams. Even, if we don't want to let them go.

We tend to wait it out, see if something will give us hope once again, but typically, nothing does.

So, we try to let go. And sometimes, we fail, epically, but we still try.

I've had many of these breaking points in my life, such as now.

I realize that this dream, that I have clutched for so long, is only a dream.

A fabrication of my imagination, that longs for something more.

For what, I do not know. But, something.

So, even though I would love to let it go, forever, there is something, that continues to bind me to my dream.

Sometimes, I wish that some magical pair of scissors will fall from the sky, and cut the thread that attaches me to my impossible dream.

But, it never happens.

I have come to realize, that time is the equivalent to the magical scissors.

Time is what continues on, never ceasing for you to fix mistakes.

Time is what will eventually cut that thread that binds me to pain.

The pain of knowing that my dream, is only a dream.