The Rain Is Gone
I look around and start to realize that, one by one, the people of our generation are finally starting to wake up. The dark cloud of highschool and adolesence is finally starting to lift and our lives are finally testiment to the pain, heartache, uncertainty and grief, forged in the searing fires of youth. We are growing up now. Little by little, every day, we are all becoming what it is that everyone always promised us we would one day be when we grew up. Like soldiers in a war, we've fought and clawed our way through battle after battle, with no end in sight, and sure, maybe some of us have a few more Purple Hearts than others, but we're all still here. We are all stronger. We are all more alive, now, than we have ever been before.
It's amazing-- this brotherhood and sisterhood to be felt from knowing that, even though we all walked different paths, the destination was always the same.
This is adulthood, and you know something? It isn't half bad.
"Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in." -Ricky Fitts, American Beauty
It's amazing-- this brotherhood and sisterhood to be felt from knowing that, even though we all walked different paths, the destination was always the same.
This is adulthood, and you know something? It isn't half bad.
"Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in." -Ricky Fitts, American Beauty