We're Going To Be Okay.

Once again, I am writing when I should probably be studying physics. My recent introduction to tumblr has awakened the creative mind that went into hiding during these past few busy weeks, so I've been writing a poem a day and not really doing much else. As fun as tumblr is, though, I think I'll save the thoughts that really matter to me for this blog.

Reading Jon and Amy's posts about regret made me sad. At first I thought I was sad because I too had regrets, but then I realized that I was really just sad because the fact that we are all now reflecting on our pasts is a sign that our lives as high school students is actually nearing its end. I guess a part of me thought I'd sleep in this same room for the rest of my life, wake up at the same time every morning to go to school, hang out with the same people on weekends, wear the Uggs that I've worn all winter for every winter there ever is.

I always thought the past was concrete and the future was unpredictable, but now I realize that the past is just as big of a mystery as the future. We'll never know what opportunities we should have taken, what decisions we made poorly, or who we would be now had we done some things differently. We could torture ourselves with a symphony of what-ifs, but the orchestra would be out of tune and the band would play too loudly. I'm not saying that I'm 100% happy with who I am right now, nor do I think the turns my life has taken are anything less than strange. Here I am, sitting at my desk on a Sunday morning, ignoring the cough drop wrappers to my left which I should probably throw out, as well as the finished cup of tea to my right that I should bring downstairs, looking ridiculous in an entire outfit of green because my track sweats are just so comfortable, typing away on my blogspot while my AP physics midterm review sits unfinished in front of me. I don't appear to be a very impressive person from the scene I've just described. I can't play the harp (though I'd like to learn how), I haven't published a book (though I hope to achieve this sometime before the end of my life), I can't juggle (despite how randomly awesome I think this talent would be, and despite how many times my brother has tried to teach me), nor can I breakdance or do karate (I always thought these would be particularly impressive for a girl), I only know three languages (and I'm not even that good at Mandarin or Spanish), I'm not naturally intelligent (my brother got those genes), I'm not famous (who can pronounce my last name right anyway?), and the only things I really know for sure are that I love my pet dog very much and that I'm leaving my house in approximately two hours to go to the library. My point is, having regrets won't change the past and worrying too much about the future won't ensure that you become who you want to be, because chances are you're not even sure about who that is right now. Just be happy with who you are, understand yourself, and trust yourself -- I really think we're all going to be okay.