Sometimes they find answers. Sometimes they endure confusion. Through it all, they find the truth. Who knows Sitting here, I reflect over my rendezvous from academic enlightenment. When one passes the age of seventeen, things start and end constantly.
Time is a whirlwind that flies away with a blink of an eye.
I laugh at the memory of childhood vacations that seemed to take forever to reach while, in reality, the travel time was approximately two hours. The little things were important back then. The smell of that first summer morning and the sound of cheering fans at the local baseball game are imprinted in my mind. I miss walking to the park and jumping off the swings. Time is a bandit that leads you to regret.