Sunday

So, here you go.

Yeah, growing up is a lot more difficult than I ever thought it would be. The funny thing is... is that people never really give you fair enough warning before they plummet you out into the cold world that gives no pity what so ever. After a while, you finally realize that your time as a child is over and the time is near where you have to grow up, get a job, and make your own living, blah. This part of my life is over, and a new chapter is starting. My mind often wanders to what my future will be like. I imagine being free and loving what I'm doing with my life... I want to travel, I want to work in the rainforest, I want to get away from the United States and all of the things it is doing wrong, and is afraid to try. It doesn't have to be all pity and tears.. I am excited to see what the future holds and I will grasp to it with my new found look at the world, and hold on for the thrill of it all. 

I know what it was like before I was born: nothing. Who's to say there will be anything happening after I die? Wouldn't it make sense to assume that there is nothing after life, if you felt nothing before it started? Anyway, it makes sense to enjoy this life before you totally cross it out and throw yourself into oblivion. You may never feel anything again. This could be your one shot to do something right. 
love, polly