The past 5 years have been on my mind. Five years... five years ago, I was 14. How morbid is that? Well, perhaps not for you - but for me, it is such curious thought. I can't even begin to process when I turned into an 18 year old (2 months shy from turning 19) ..... My friend and I always bring this up, and we're unusually weirded-out. A person goes on living life, swaying to the rhythms of their own routine, meeting all sorts of different people, traveling, etc, that time just becomes an estranged thought. We can become so preoccupied, that we just forget we're growing up while life is happening. Luckily, I am still extremely young (thank God!) I have my entire life to look forward to, if God permits - and I know it is going to be wonderful. I am just flabbergasted. At 14, I remember time wanting to pass by as soon as possible, so I didn't have to deal with the realities I was dealing with (at the time), and I suppose, I got my wish. Time passed by in the blink of an eye. I'll be 20 next year. TWENTY. I cringe as I type this... (WHAT?!) Okay, yeah, I can't even think about that.... 19 is okay to handle, but 20? Oy vey.... I will always be 14 at heart. That callow-heart gal, dressed in white - yeah, that'll always be me in a sense.
As time passes on, and things invariably change - a part of ourselves will always stay in tact. Which is very comforting. With such an ever-evolving world and life, it's nice to know that some aspects stay constant - even if it be in memory.
