Today Seattle is covered in fog. The air hints of the fall crispness yet to come. Weather like this makes me reflect on life, not really sure why, but it does. This September will be the last time I go to college. It will be my last orientation, my last few classes, the last time I get grades. I don't know quite how to feel about it. Certainly there is the feeling of elation, I'm finally going to get that pretty piece of paper with some calligraphy on it that tells the world I have spend over $90,000 and am now a completely qualified human being. Then there is the apprehension. How am I going to make a living? How am I going to afford anything after this? I need a car, and insurance for that. I need a heart monitor, and insurance for that. The list is endless. I know I will make it all work out, I always do. I just have to sit a worry for a spell first.
When one is a child, we spend all our time wishing we were older, bigger, stronger, faster. Wishing ourselves into adulthood. When one is an adult, you wish life were slower, simpler, quieter. Wishing ourselves back to the peaceful simplicity that is most childhoods. You don't worry about repaying your college debt, or buying a house. These things simply are there for you. It is the beautiful, dreadful thing of being responsible. Or worrying over where the money is going to come from to pay for this or that. You can sit around wishing your whole life away.
I'm not wishing I was a child any more, nor am I wishing away being an adult. Today I do wish I knew what the future held. I wish I could peer into it's depths and know where I'm going next or what I am doing after this chapter. But then, what fun would life be if we knew everything to come? Yeah, we might be able to be more prepared or something, but still. You'd end up dreading things rather than being elated to have them.
So I sit at my desk and watch the crows quibbling on the rooftops and I reflect on where I have come from and where I want to go. I consider all of the ways to make the future my reality.
When one is a child, we spend all our time wishing we were older, bigger, stronger, faster. Wishing ourselves into adulthood. When one is an adult, you wish life were slower, simpler, quieter. Wishing ourselves back to the peaceful simplicity that is most childhoods. You don't worry about repaying your college debt, or buying a house. These things simply are there for you. It is the beautiful, dreadful thing of being responsible. Or worrying over where the money is going to come from to pay for this or that. You can sit around wishing your whole life away.
I'm not wishing I was a child any more, nor am I wishing away being an adult. Today I do wish I knew what the future held. I wish I could peer into it's depths and know where I'm going next or what I am doing after this chapter. But then, what fun would life be if we knew everything to come? Yeah, we might be able to be more prepared or something, but still. You'd end up dreading things rather than being elated to have them.
So I sit at my desk and watch the crows quibbling on the rooftops and I reflect on where I have come from and where I want to go. I consider all of the ways to make the future my reality.
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