"Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? I don't know"
I realized just a little while ago that growing up is a choice. Maturity is not inherently developed with age, but instead is the decision to take the harder road. Graduation is tomorrow and marks the beginning of the last summer when I'll ever feel, think, love, laugh, and live the way I do right now. Come August I know everything is going to change, including my perception of the world around me. I'm sure you've all heard some version of the song "Landslide"... Well, that's how I feel. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared about the whole thing. I guess it's pretty natural to feel this small when everything on it's way is so big. Remember when I wasn't afraid to say brave words like "help'? Remember when it felt aright to cry? I've been remembering a lot of things lately. I've been remembering how much I love my friends and how much I will miss them. Though I don't at all regret devoting my Junior and Senior years to IB, I do regret not devoting more time to those who I love and who love me. Letting go has never been very hard for me, but for that select few I never will. Man, this is getting really sentimental. I don't know why this whole thing is such a big deal for me. All I'm doing is walking across a football field anyway.