All of my senses are working in perfect synchrony with each other. I know this because lately all of them have been working extra hard to give me an intense sense of nostalgia that i didn't ask for. It seems that i can't smell, look, or hear anything normal with out reminiscing about the past. The past that hasn't even passed for that long. I am still arch enemies with change, and this newfound rebellion my body has acquired isn't helping at all. I have realized that life goes by so fast and if you don't grab it by the hand and ask it to dance then you'll just end up with a lifetime of regrets and depressing nostalgia. I want to run through the halls of high school and of course, scream at the top of my lungs. But those days are over. I welcome now, with still hesitant arms, the future...my future...my new life. I have always thought of myself as a chameleon. Always able to make friends and blend to the latest mix. So why am i handling what should be the best time of my life with such trepidation? I need a new outlook fast.
Until then i will just keep bathing in the hot summer sun, listening to 90's pop, reading teen angst books, and thinking about youth, my youth, and what i am going to do with it while it is still here.
A sad yet warm nostalgia comes over me, and i know for the first time in a long time that it is all going to be okay.
