One day you’re 18 and you’re planning on someday. You have graduated; you are nosediving toward your future. Then suddenly and slowly, all at once, the ground hits you and that someday is today and now you are running. You are running toward so many life experiences that you are trying to experience all at once. And oh the stimulation, the exhilaration, the sheer adrenaline pumping through your eager veins as you continue to run, then jog, then sprint upward and onward toward that omnipresent future that everyone speaks of. Pause. A sudden stop. You’re at that damn fork in the road and somehow the ground beneath your sure feet crumbles and you’re lost and you’re sad and you’re confused and you’re falling, falling, falling into the depths of something undefinable. Then suddenly, with no explanation whatsoever, you feel some weight lifted from your old shoulders as the gravity lessens and you are going up instead of down. You see trust. You see happiness. You finally understand again. Yet you are not who you used to be. You continue upward, albeit more slowly and cautiously than in the old days, but still with a sense of weightlessness. As a lost balloon would feel approaching the freedom and bright beauty of the sun, you continue. Upward, upward, upward… until you feel that pop that you knew was coming.

And that is life.