Today I turned 20.
Looking back on this last year, I have changed a lot.
I’ve started college. That may have been the best decision I ever made. I am doing something everyday that I truly love. I found new friends I never would have thought I’d meet. I’ve been to places I’ve never would have thought I’d go to. I’ve done things I never would have thought I’d do. I feel like I’ve only just started living.
In the next 3 or 4 remaining years of my academic life (god willing), there are a few more things I want to accomplish.
I want to get my own place. I love my parents to bits, but I’m starting to outgrow my little sanctuary there. I want to be able to stand on my own feet.
And I want to become the best I can be at what I do.
This morning, I was at college at 8 AM, even though it was completely unnescessary. There was no actual class, I didn’t learn anything. I could have stayed in bed until noon and it would not have mattered. But I was there. And instead of getting myself down about effort I did for nothing, I felt a strange sense of pride. A rededication to being the best person I can be. And I got a lot of things done because of it.
I feel like everyday now I turn a little more into the person I wanted to be since I was a little kid. I never wanted to be a kid, I always wanted to be an adult. I wanted those things that are in my grasp now. And I never look back with regret. Because inside, that kid is still there. I carry him with me everywhere I go. And he stares out into the world with wide open eyes, amazed at who he has become.