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So I was walking down Waterman about a week ago, running to get the train home. As I was hurrying down the hill, I passed a large rose bush on the RISD campus, and thought to myself, "Oh, isn't that nice?" I kept walking, and after about 20 more feet, I stoppped dead in my tracks. Standing there in the middle of the sidewalk, staring stright into the space in front of me, I must've looked pretty odd to the cars driving by-- however, something was really bothering me. Why had I just flown past those roses? They were beautiful. What was I in such a rush for? I doubled back and spent 3 or 4 minutes just looking and smelling and touching those roses. The color of a baby's cheek, they were. A creamy pink and white. A scent like heaven.
I've come to the gradual conclusion over the past year or so that life is nothing more than the combined power of every last one of my experiences. This is what makes me realize I can never live in Attleboro, or MA or RI when I'm older, though for years I swore I'd never do otherwise. I can't stay in one place. Life is the people you meet, the places you see, and the dreams you fufill. Most of all, it is the impact you make on others, and the impact they make on you. As this past school year reminded us over and over again, our lives are so short, and our time so limited. Every second is valuable.... The day I die, be it at the ripe age of 87, or on my 22nd birthday, I want to know I made the most of it. That with the time I had, I had truly LIVED.
I don't want my life to be an empty blur of schedules. I want it to be roses.
I've come to the gradual conclusion over the past year or so that life is nothing more than the combined power of every last one of my experiences. This is what makes me realize I can never live in Attleboro, or MA or RI when I'm older, though for years I swore I'd never do otherwise. I can't stay in one place. Life is the people you meet, the places you see, and the dreams you fufill. Most of all, it is the impact you make on others, and the impact they make on you. As this past school year reminded us over and over again, our lives are so short, and our time so limited. Every second is valuable.... The day I die, be it at the ripe age of 87, or on my 22nd birthday, I want to know I made the most of it. That with the time I had, I had truly LIVED.
I don't want my life to be an empty blur of schedules. I want it to be roses.