With white knuckled, hopelessly gripping fingers, it was inevitable that I’d be stomped off the edge of this cliff by the iron boot of responsibility. Lost forever from the solid ground of the most beautiful summer I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, I’ll only glimpse it in ever-fading memories from now on.
I suppose that’s life, though. We’re only here to experience the present, which is temporary. A truth that I can’t say is unfortunate, as I don’t see how forever could be comparable to the reality of a beautiful, fleeting “now.”
Who knows what waits for me at the bottom of my fall?
Change is the nature of life, but it’s in never losing hope that my future will hold more moments of awe, where I really live.
I hope a beautiful future to you all.