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I've recently come to terms with the fact that my life will not be long enough. Simple as that. One always dreams of the things that one wants to do when grown up. The list changes and matures through the years, first full of things that might seem unachievable, then more sensible in nature. I'm graduating in 210-ish days. Already, I'm regretting that I can't take this class, or add this minor or study this subject more. And yes, I could stay in school longer and study all those things, maybe even start a master's, but a larger part of me wants to get out into the world and see what it's like. But like I said I've come to terms with things. Things like, I will die someday. Regardless, I still have a list of dreams.
Become an archaeologist
Write a best-seller
Add minors to my two current degrees
Buy a dream house complete with a wraparound porch and an apple tree
Be a travel journalist and jet-set around the world writing about how wonderful it is
Go to culinary school and learn how to make cannoli like they do in Italy
Be a mom and cuddle babies as they fall asleep in my arms
Be a psychologist and help people fix their problems
And so on and so forth.
Accepting hard things in life doesn't come easy. Just because it's easy for me to accept at this moment doesn't mean that I'll wake up tomorrow and be content with my life. Actually, if I think about difficult things, or situations that weigh heavily on my heart after 10 p.m. it's almost impossible to stay positive. Darkness sucks the joy out of life, or something.
There are things that I've decided that I'm going to fight for. And I'm not going to give up until something better comes along. Until then, I preach acceptance.