Here's the thing about life, folks, there are no do-overs (Being Erica doesn't count). I will never again be one of those kids with their crisp, so clean it must be the first day of school backpacks heading to school anxiously wondering what this year will bring. I will never again be a 19-year-old frosh kid parading proudly through campus in a neon green "Freshman" t-shirt, an emblem that might as well read, "I'm no longer in high school!" I will never again be 15, 21, or 24. All there is here and ahead, and we aren't even certain how much farther we have to go.
Now, I'm certainly not the type to say (and belief) that we should all live as though this day is our last. That just seems like a recipe to end up broke and fat. But in the end, it's true - this day, this year, might just be our last. If nothing else, this day, this year, are far too fleeting to waste. This is what I have learned. I spent the last six years tirelessly working towards a goal I wasn't even sure was mine, completely putting off how I wanted to live. While I don't regret a minute of it, because it granted me this realization, I now know that I can't do any of it over. All I can do is stop putting off living from here on in. This is my public declaration.
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