It’s Friday. October 19th. Three weeks from today I turn 24 and I’m not going to lie I am a little depressed yet excited all at the same time.
The idea of time fleeting never escapes me. I feel like the “good years” are running out. I honestly wish I could articulate this feeling a little better but it’s definitely not just simply about “getting old”.
– It’s about not being where I thought I’d be.
– It’s about not obtaining all of the things I sought out to capture.
– And it’s definitely about making the same mistakes over and over again, and being burned by the exact same circumstances.
Why I am excited:
All of wonderful things happened this year, but so did just as many terrible things. But you know what came those wonderful and terrible things? Lessons. Lessons that have changed the way I think and act on situations. Lessons that I’ll have to make 24 even greater than the year of 23
By all means, I am not shitting on where I am in life, because trust and believe when I say, I have been placed on quite the unleveled battlefield and I miraculously manage to survive everything (with severe cuts and bruises). I’ve come a long way this year, and I have completely shocked myself with everything I have managed to accomplish. But there is still that feeling that pokes through every once in awhile stating “You could and can do more.”
And I know I can.