I'm eighteen today. Something I wish I could say with pride. To become eighteen in my culture means you're coming of age, You are finally an adult. However I see it as a half adult. I can vote and buy lottery tickets, but I cannot drink(not that i want to), gamble at a casino, or fight for your country. Once you can legally do all those things I believe you've become an adult.
With that said, I am only half of who I can't wait to be, but will always run from. Many people have done something that has directed them in the path of their future and their dreams. But I have not. And that scares me. I'm 18 and have yet to follow my dreams.
My heart knows what those dreams are, and I'm afraid to wake up to reality. I'm afraid to let my dreams die. I've made subtle comments about certain careers, but there is always one person who will tell you why you shouldn't pursue it.
I get so sick of it sometimes. I wish I wouldn't wake up. Because who I am in my dreams is a hundred times better than who I am awake.
Nine Minutes to go and sit here staring at these words and they aren't what I want them to be.
Eight Minutes ... on the edge of seventeen
Seven minutes -- wasting tonight's' dreams on marking a day
Six minutes ** I can't tell if I'm excited, or dreading this day
Five minutes I'll admit, I am a cry-a-holic Emotional Champ
Four Minutes {to save the world}
Three Minutes ~ watching the second hand
Two minutes ~~ my mind races trying to remember all I have loved at 17
One Minute £ My heart got stuck on something
Zero
I am .klla and I am here.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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