It has been a long time since I have written something here. I have to be honest, my private journal has been really helpful. But I wish I wrote more about school, ideas, philosophies, the future…

Yesterday, I was at the field of my school, sitting on one of the benches. I have always loved that place, especially in the afternoon when the wind is blowing, the leaves are falling, and the younger students frolic on the grass. It were those students, high schoolers and grade schoolers, who made me realize how old I am. I thought:

My life has always revolved around school. I am certain working in the real world will provide another set of opportunities that are exciting, as well. But I am not quite sure I am ready for that yet. I will really miss this. My days are numbered and I feel it. I wish I could go back to the younger years just for the experience. I think for the most part I have turned out to be one fine person, and that I will be fine in the future. Although there are regrets and longings, for the most part I am okay. Life in school for me has been like running. You will only recognize the beauty of what you did after you did it.

(what is happening to my writing?)