"The years that are given to us in this life are like rocks that lay dormant, partially submerged in a creek bed, constantly withering amidst the rushing water before our eyes. Their aftermath is acknowledged, but their transaction is never seen, leaving only memory as a witness of what once was."
I wrote this the other day during class. My mind is constantly obsessing over how extremely brief our lives are. I have had such a great life thus far and I've made a lot of good memories with my best friends. I often find myself reminiscing on the good times that have passed, but then I wake up and realize that those great times are just as tangible now as they were before. I am 20 years old for fucking sake. The good times are just beginning. Moral of the story is, make the best of the "here and now" and you won't have to rely so heavily on memories.
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