life by the wind.

soo.... This is my last week of class as a college student. Frickin' weird.
I cannot believe it went so incredibly fast. I can tell I'm gettin' old because I always live in the past. Past experiences like breezes.
Coming to AU from 7 hrs. away and having no idea what to expect. Getting dropped off and finding how to do things on my own. Realizing I can never do this whole class thing because I'm a lazy bum. Getting sick. Understanding that the most I will ever change will be these 3 and 1/2 years. Making the best friends of my life. Having the hardest time of my life. Finding out there's a point of just knowing something, and a point of actually getting it. People helping me.

The wind blows and then it is all just parts of memories.
The wind blows again. Where to this time? I do not know, but I let it lead me there.
I don't know whether to be sad that all this is gone. I don't know whether to be excited about what is to come. I am here right now. What will I do with my life? It's definitely too early to decide that. I don't even know that much about life right now to figure out what I shall do with it. If I want to answer that question, I must live. Isn't that funny? We can't figure it out until we attempt to do it?

I really wish I had it all together sometimes, but, then again, I wish with my real self that I would just jump into the wind and let a true life lead me by the wings.

From this nest I jump and let the wind empower me to a true life- one of living. 1,2,3...
The sound of air wizzes past my ear lobes. "Where am I going?" I panic in thought. Then with out me even seeing it-- right before I smash into the earth like a speeding meteor-- the movement of air expands my wings. I get a glimpse. A glimpse of life. And I'm gone.
shalom.