So it's come to this.
The end.
Normally, I would've stopped blogging at the end of the school year but for some reason, I kept going. At least sporadically.
And now we're here.
I have (somewhat) successfully blogged all four years of my high school education. I suppose I should have some big and/or deep conclusion on what I've learned and whatnot. Or at least reflect. And whatnot.
But I am at a loss for words, as usual. It seems the older I get, the less I have to say. Or, more specifically, I can't find the right words.
I appear to have become more introverted. Yet, also more open.
To people. To things. To ideas.
I forgive easier, but don't won't can't forget.
I trust easier, but once lost, find it hard to trust again.
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I think the most terrifying and thrilling thing is that I am growing into my own person.
I am becoming set in my own ways and ideas.
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Terrifying because I never want to be that person so set in his ways he refuses to see truth.
Thrilling because, well, it means I'm on way to adulthood.
To making (and being held responsible for) my own choices.
To having ideas and opinions that actually merit some respect if only because of my age.
It's at this point where I normally would offer a cheesy one-liner and an upbeat promise of "See you next year!" in the style of middle school yearbooks. But I don't know what's going to happen. I'm taking a break from school for a little bit. I'm going to keep working five days a week, slinging chicken sandwiches.
And I am going to keep growing up and keep learning.
Learning about myself. About others. About everything I possibly can.
And so it goes.
