sitting on the ground on Western blvd

When I look up, I see a maze of legs and skirts and shoes. I’m patiently waiting for the show to start.
Sometimes I feel like everyone around me is waiting for the show to start. I can’t really point the finger because I find myself feeling the same way. We’re all in line, hoping, waiting, expecting.
The thing is that life keeps going whether you’re waiting or not. You may find that once you have that thing or status you thought you so desperately needed, you’re still waiting for yet the next thing.
And no damnit, I’m not talking about “live for the moment” because life is more than a moment. And its not any of those other cliche things which really just end up meaning “party because you think you’re still young shirking responsibility and never have any regrets, about anything”. That’s bull. If you don’t have any regrets, that means either a) you’re oblivious to any pain or hurt you’ve ever caused anyone else or b) you’re perfect. I’ll settle for accepting the first if I have to, but there’s no way I’m swallowing the second.
So life. I guess what I’m trying to say is, appreciate what you have, what you are. You may not have much, you may not be much, but it’s you and its the only you that you’ve got. Life will change, you will change, but don’t live for that. Because then the former you is gone, forever.
In some instances, the people you once had are gone. That is the most tragic I think.
That’s why I’m a little sad to move, a little afraid. What we had this first year is closing, the new page a blank one. With the new page comes new emotions, excitement, fear, hard work and in your words, a fresh start.
I’ve said it before, sometimes I say it again to remind myself: I love our life. Its our life. No matter what happens or what’s missing, we have our life. Jesus make me satisified, satiated, overflowing with the life I have.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll blog about Twilight