All the firsts have gone and the lasts are here; from freshman to senior in just four years.
Time is strange.
It steals weeks and months when you feel stuck in the moment of a day. Then you blink and it’s over, pushed forward to the next step that drops you over the edge and into a whole new playing field.
Weren’t you just moving in?
You finally figured out the bumps and grooves of how to operate on campus and now they’re handing you your eviction notice as you cross the stage with cameras flashing and hands clapping. Darkness lies ahead, full of unknowns. Many shrink back into the basements of their childhood homes instead of standing and lighting that diploma, using it to lead the way.
Home? Home is where you are; wherever you feel it should be.
Sometimes you walk in circles.
Sometimes you sit and think.
Sometimes you are alone.
Not always; it never lasts.
Soar, reach, fly if you want, to find the place you want to be. Set goals and make plans, then rearrange the structure of your life to get there. Know the consequences and be willing to lay in the bed you make.
Ultimately, be happy. No one else can do what you do best; be you.
