They say I walk around with experience; like I just give off an aura that says “I know this. I’ve already been there.” Perhaps they have a point. Sometimes I feel myself giving off that vibe. And why shouldn’t I? I’ve been through such a disturbing cornucopia of convolutions in the past two years of my life, its only fit to say I’m a little more weathered than the average seventeen year old.
It had been a whirlwind of events, chance, possibly even fate that had sucked me up and spit me on the dismal shores of oblivion. And again, it was that same hurricane of time and kismet that led me to the happiest days of my existence. Aside from childhood that is. Nothing, no other stage in life, can ever be as golden as one’s days as a young child. Simplicity and ignorance offer blissful isolation from the jagged daggers of truth and knowledge. A cut from these blades is a cursed wound. Once impaled by them, one can never be healed and is tormented by this pain for the remainder of their days; soothed only by the mellow, soft flowing, and harshly apathetic river of time.
Two years is hardly even a millisecond in the vast timescale of this earth. Not even eighty years is considered as such. And yet, in the eyes of a human being, it is everything. It is a lifetime. In this insignificant amount of time, I have fallen in love, and out. I have experienced popularity, and total isolation. I have come very near losing my mind. The performance of my once sharp memory has been dulled and diminished by a tremendous loss of brain cells. In a freak accident of fate, my life was skewed off course. A course I would have to trek entirely by myself.
I'm going for my driving test next Tuesday.
