Sometimes I forget about the act of living. This forgetfulness is probably not a fault I alone suffer from. I think most people, at one point or another, forget to live. It makes me seriously wonder which really is more important, the journey or the destination? For so long I've anticipated the standard American dream of a life. What kind of reality is that?
At 21 my priorities are changing. As is my outlook for the future. College, careers, family... I still want this kind of normality, I just feel like there is something I haven't found.
