There are those who want giant castles to build their homes in, with all their grandeur and gold. There are those who want freedom to roam and discover life as they see fit. Then there are those who can't see past tomorrow. Home. It's the idea of it, really. At this age, at this point, I've never felt more out of place, more far from the idea of it. Home doesn't feel like home anymore, school doesn't feel like home. I'm slowly phasing out of this phase, and it's never felt so strange.
What can you give to life that hasn't been given? What do you want from life? I've been thinking about it recently, about what I want, about what I want to give back. I don't need fame, I don't need acclaim. I'd rather live surrounded by the few I love most.
It's funny how there are women who run from age, who try to delay its arrival at whatever means necessary. I think I'm looking forward to it. I want those little wrinkles around my eyes, that silvery white head of hair. These little things are precious, evidence of years of laughter, wisdom that comes with years of experience.
Life comes in chapters.
You finish one, you move on to the next.
