Thursday, October 15, 2009

White Houses

I spoke with a friend via facebook wall the other day (I've been waiting so long to legitimately use that sentence somewhere), and our conversation struck an interesting chord in me. We were talking about all of the fun things that we used to do in high school— the friends that we had, the endless nights we would spend complaining about boyfriends, late-night car rides we shared, concerts we went to, teachers we had— and we both agreed that we would do anything at this point in our lives to go back and live in the na├»vety of our high school years if only for one more day. Funny, I can't remember liking anything about my high school years when I was there.

Isn't it ironic how we spend every moment of our lives trying to advance and get ahead to the next stage, yet once we get there, we consume ourselves with thoughts of the 'good ol' days' and how much we want everything to be as simple as it was back then?

Silly, isn't it?

When I first moved into the dorms on 55th Street, the only thing anyone ever wanted to do was go apartment hunting (or worse— jump out of a window!), but now that I have an apartment (that comes with an oh-shit price tag), I would love to spend just another semester back in the simplicity of the dorms.

I wish I had some great philosophical conclusion for you, but I'm still trying to sort it all out myself. Isn't it dangerous to linger in the past? And if so, how much are we aloud to leave behind once we get to the 'next stage?'

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Please make some new YouTube videos! You're really good at it!