I'm having trouble trying to comprehend that my life just keeps going on. I have said this before; I blame time a lot. But really, time has done nothing but tell me the truth of life. It's not really going fast or slow. It just goes. It goes steady, and it doesn't stop for anything or anyone. I've been repeating the song 'Colourblind' by The Art of Sleeping. It just fits me right now. I like when songs do that. But really, since when was I in year 12? Since when did I have to think about University, or a Tafe course or anything outside of being a little kid at school? I thought it was just yesterday I was in grade 5, trying to build a human pyramid with my primary school friends by those 4 tall, pointed trees all standing in a row. I thought it was just last week when I was running down a hill at the old homestead, racing toward a pile of Autumn's fallen leaves with my best friend's hand in mine. I thought it was only a month ago when I was watching the 'big grade 6's' stand in the back row of the school choir singing "And so this is Christmas" on stage at the end-of-year concert. I thought it was last year that I got to meet Batman at Movie world, my biggest crush, just after my 5th birthday.
The memories are so clear still, but that was a different time in history, and it's gone from existence now. Those times will never come back. I was there when they existed, when they were reality. And I am here now in this moment, while they are long gone. I'm still breathing? 3 months until I'm 18? Does that mean I have to grow up?
"Breathing, is nothing
Without You, I'm colourblind..."
Growing up is overrated :P
ReplyDeleteStill, my advice? Do what makes you happy. The end of year 12 can be scary, or daunting. In a way, it's the beginning of a new part of your life. Doesn't change who you are though. Do what you're called to do, and live life to the fullest, and you'll be fine. :)