We live in world where we're a little selfish, yet we're all so selfless. Where the most obvious things are the most complicated, yet the the subtle things in life are easy to get. I don't know. Sometimes I forget that I'm only nineteen. It's really hard to remember. I just want to be fifty already! Retired, own a yacht, and live on the beach until I croak. Oh, the agony. How I wish I was there, but then again, I really don't. I like being ninteen. No matter how confusing, frustrating, and absolutely horrid it may be a times. I like it. You're not tied down to anything (except for school work), but even then you're not obligated.
Being Nineteen allows you to smoke (ew!), and you're legally an adult. I think more than anything though. The spiritual journey you begin when you're nineteen is something that I never thought would happen. It's absolutely cleansing. It's as if my eyes have finally opened, and I am much wiser now. I have met God, and Oprah, and Celine, and everyone I could ever imagine myself meeting (in my head obviously), I have yet to rise up and meet myself.
It will come though. That day will come, whether it be sooner or later--I don't know--and if you asked me a year ago I would have "freaked out" and maybe even cried, but today. I don't care. When it comes, it comes, but for today I'm just going to..well...live.
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Listen to this...
