I feel uneasy about getting to my innermost thoughts. See, every time I go “deep”, it gets dark. I suppose that makes sense, that the deeper you go the less light can reach, but it exposes a part of me that is rarely seen, by both others and myself. With that said, I really do have the mindset of an optimist, along with the independence and individuality that comes with thinking positive. This outside persona and the deep, dark one inside create a great deal of confusion, as the contradictions between the two do not seem like they can coexist. I have a firm belief that my environment has, and will continue to, shape the person I have become, but somehow during that process the self that holds more meaning, or the self …show more content…
That entire introduction was too serious and adult to have actually come out of my head. Right now, I should be more concerned about boys, grades, new ways to style my hair and the fact that I sit here writing an essay on a Friday night instead of hanging out at a football game. Sadly, I just can’t muster any interest for the latter two of my list, and I don’t know if that means I gained maturity at a quicker rate than usual or if all the others around me move at the speed of a sloth. A small amount of fear keeps nagging at the back of my head about how I need to cherish the time I have now to still act like a kid. Growing up scares me, as well as the changes I have experienced with each year that passes by. Coming of age doesn’t sound appealing, as the words suggest that responsibility come into play. Yes, I have to do my own laundry, and take showers and return that pen I borrowed from a friend two weeks ago, but these types of responsibilities hardly prepare me to own up to more critical …show more content…
First you go to school, then get a degree, find a job, get married, have some kids, retire, and die. Obviously there are many other events during that timeline that makes life worth living, but considering that I don’t hold faith to any particular religion, it upsets me that I don’t know what comes next. I distinguish myself as a “go with the flow” kind of person. It can seem easy to waste your time and energy on trivial problems, but once in a life time chances can pass you by without a second glance. I fear that, at the end of my life, I will not have accomplished everything I wanted to do, or that I will lose sight of what was important to me when I still watched life with fascination. Carpe Diem, YOLO, whatever you want to call it, these phrases take on a more jovial outlook on a concept written in stone: I have come into this life, and I will come out of