Mark Twain once wrote: "Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that are forever blowing through one’s mind."
So do you remember the smell of last summer? When the hot moist air stifled you as you rode your bike to class? Do you remember taking French, and waking up early every morning? Do you remember your sense of accomplishment, or the friends that you didn’t even realize you were making as you shared an apartment with complete strangers? Do you remember what you were doing a year ago? Does it feel any different now? Does it feel like another lifetime ago?
So much has changed; things never thought possible to change about me have changed. And yet here I am, it’s summer again, and it might just start all over… Will I even realize that it’s happening, or will I sit blindly and let the summer pass me by? Am I going to be able to take advantage of every opportunity, or will it be too late for me to recognize the opportunities?
So much has changed; things never thought possible to change about me have changed. And yet here I am, it’s summer again, and it might just start all over… Will I even realize that it’s happening, or will I sit blindly and let the summer pass me by? Am I going to be able to take advantage of every opportunity, or will it be too late for me to recognize the opportunities?
Now, will you let yourself live this time to its fullest, or will you once again try to hide behind walls and under covers, trying to escape the reality of the life before you?
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