This shall be a review of my recent way of thinking. I am 17 but no way near being an adult, i have a lot to go through before i can call myself one, yes legally i have to register for the draft in like 345 days. I highly doubt that i will be and adult by then and i will be lucky if i am by 21. I have always been an immature person but it seems that i need to step up the maturity level, my friends have matured so much lately and i have not. Maybe I'm struggling to hold onto youth even though it is quickly being ripped from my hands.
I haven't finished or posted blogs because i have though that my way of thinking is too immature to talk like this, I'm only 17 and barely that How the hell am i supposed to know what life is.
I don't know what life is, but i do know what its like. Its hard to explain, but i know what its like now but have no idea how to comprehend the future or even guess what might be coming. Its worthless for anyone to try...but we all do subconsciously...
Today as it snowed and it was 17 degrees i was driving back from the bookstore and was staring at the empty road ahead of my watching the snow just blow around on the pavement. The swirls, the lines and the constant movement. That has to be my favorite thing about winter. Its randomness. I watched it at any chance i could. I wanted to make some sense of it, maybe see words or letters or animals or even basic shapes. But there was nothing. Its so random and its beautiful, Its perfect. The World is flawed but the perfection is in those flaws. Just Like snow, none of them are perfect...but we like them anyway.
I hope we have a snow day.
