If I were to die in my early twenties, but live famously for the next baberjillion years.. hmm... Who gives a flying fudge? Honestly, I think if I were to have my twentieth birthday party on my death bed and someone were come to my side, hold my hands, and look me in the eye for that meaningful end of the road, it's time to evalute you're days kind of conversation and say "You lead a crazy amazing life, everyone will remember you when you're six feet under for 1000 years. To bad its over huh?" I might smack them in the face with a bed pan.
I can't imagine missing out on all the less extreme check point in an average joesphina's life. As my dad always says "You're 16, what the hell do you know?"
Even though theres no way I would ever admit it to him, he is completley right. There is a reason why old people tell sit on there rockers spiting out stories constantly. Day to day it can seem like we'll never get out of high school, that we've been doing the same old thing every day for eighteen years, but its just the beginning. The possibilties are endless once we get out on our own. Even if i'm not out when i'm older running all over the world making something out of every second, I hope that I would still be content with the quiet moments; like actually enjoying my job, supporting myself, meeting that person who will eat mashed potatoes through a straw with you when your eighty, starting a family, getting a dog to blame your farts on.
I don't know, maybe i'm wrong and would be way better to actually try to enjoy yourself every moment your living but, I guess I just more of a big picture, stay home to watch flavor of love on a saturday night type of kid.
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