Life, as it does, went on to break down every single one of
the things I thought I knew about people, about friendship, about love and even
about myself. I’ve chronicled most of these things on this blog- These things I
lost in the fire- but now at the end of my third year, waiting on my results, I
find myself looking back at all of that and wondering about the person who came
out on the other side.
I think a lot about the friends I loved and lost. I wonder
if I made the right decisions and cringe at the times I know I didn’t and then I
remember that I am young. I have the luxury of mistakes because I still have
the luxury of time. I can afford to get my heart broken and to flirt with cute
assholes but what I cannot afford is to fail at life.
So while I am young in so many ways, I am also old. Old
enough to expect more, old enough to accept when I have failed, to learn the
lessons and fight to make sure I never have to learn them again. Growing up is
a pain in the ass.
But there is something beautiful about looking back at that
sassy, opinionated, headstrong 18 year old that walked into university and the
person who types this today. A little more confused, a little more wary but a
little wiser too.
As for the lessons, as for the bad friends, as for
*strohrum, *tequila, *jaggermeister and whoever the fuck else, in the words of
a visionary “AINT NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT!!!”
So fuck it, I’m happy. That’s enough.
I’ll see you guys on the other side.
