|Thank you--whether it be thanking myself, life, or the powers above...I thank you for this.
||[Feb. 26th, 2006|07:58 pm]
The days keep passing--yet somehow, I love it. I've been realizing that the seasons changing are so very beautiful. They've done it countless times before, and they (hopefully) will countless times more. The same as how lives have waxed and waned since the beginning of life itself, and will continue to with the same fiery determination, over and over again.
The sensation of my life draining away before my eyes has haunted me since childhood. But now, with each day that goes by, my life seems fuller...more meaningful, more enjoyable, more flooded with purpose and beauty.
I should not cry over the thought of getting old--I should only enjoy every day that takes me closer to it. It is a part of life, with the process as beautiful as any other.
I have a good life. I also have a good self. Even now at 19, I've learned more than I could have ever hoped for. I've allowed myself to grow, to learn, to love myself and others. I've fought to discover who I am, and won. I've accomplished so much and overcome so much, and this is just the beginning.
I am young--I have my whole life ahead of me, with the prospect of new opportunities, joys, and hard lessons every inch of the way.
I cannot wait for it to continue. Every inch of me aches to see where this life will lead next.