snowflake kisses

[the walk to school]

It’s growing up that does this to us. That makes us different people, I mean. One second you are sitting on the red steps at the junior high feeling on top of the world and the next you are standing in the middle of a crowded lunch room with a bag of chips in your left hand and your car keys in your right, looking for the least crowded way out. Then, you’re thrown into a bag filled with rent payments, hastily signed contracts, teachers who don’t care if you come to class or not, and a whole bunch of people you have never seen before.

Your high school friends are gone. They are lost in parties and failed classes and pierced noses. You don’t know how to handle that, because you’re all alone now and you’ve never been alone before. As panic starts to take over, so does the world. It sends you beautiful little things like the sunlight in the front room in the morning, the smell of your newborn nephew, and blankets of fluffy snow in the mornings.

Some might call that life, but to me, it’s so much more than that. It’s growing and learning and moving on and reminiscing on the right things. It’s learning to become a better person and realizing your fault. It’s appreciating the everyday things most of us take for granted. And that, my dear friends, is what “life” should be.

xoxo

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