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Staring out my bedroom window at 7:45 in the morning I begin to realize just how much I love the way time stains old sidewalks. Looking at the different colors on each block of the path in front of my house I begin to feel how many people have walked over it. From ancient chalk drawings to learning how to cut grass this path has remained relatively the same while I have grown and changed from a child into a man.
I think the hardest things in life to accept are the ones which we have no control over. Oh good friends we have, oh good friends we've lost along the way...
I want to find some solace and some peace of mind. It's hard to recall whether or not I've ever had it, but I remember a day when I could spend weeks by myself and be satisfied. My summer between 7th and 8th grade I think I left my house no more than 4 times. It's hard for me to imagine now, but I know it.
I cannot go back to high school, but I think I would give a great many things to do it again knowing what I know now. I wish with all my heart that all my old friends would like me again, and realize I'm still the same little kid I was in middle school, but they wont. I guess I can only wait 3 Fridays and meet new people. I'm sure there will be plenty of great people there.
Since realistically I cannot fix all the problems in this world, or change the ignorance of the majority, my only longterm goal left is to retire in some beautiful country in the backwater hills of it's quietest corner and sing freedom.
I think the hardest things in life to accept are the ones which we have no control over. Oh good friends we have, oh good friends we've lost along the way...
I want to find some solace and some peace of mind. It's hard to recall whether or not I've ever had it, but I remember a day when I could spend weeks by myself and be satisfied. My summer between 7th and 8th grade I think I left my house no more than 4 times. It's hard for me to imagine now, but I know it.
I cannot go back to high school, but I think I would give a great many things to do it again knowing what I know now. I wish with all my heart that all my old friends would like me again, and realize I'm still the same little kid I was in middle school, but they wont. I guess I can only wait 3 Fridays and meet new people. I'm sure there will be plenty of great people there.
Since realistically I cannot fix all the problems in this world, or change the ignorance of the majority, my only longterm goal left is to retire in some beautiful country in the backwater hills of it's quietest corner and sing freedom.