Q: Turn my swag on ya hear?!

I was a kid with big, unrealistic dreams. Unrealistic because I wanted nothing more than to live in a ranch with stables lining in all four corners packed with horses. As night fell, I would run into my bedroom, holding Sparky on one hand and Ruff on the other while playing pretend that we were living in that sanctuary. Just horsing around. Lavishing in that wide open field, hoping someday it would be my future. And endlessly I waited for a miracle to arrive. Who knew that the big dream failed the survival test when it collided head first with reality.

Today, some old lingering feelings were taunting me. I was convinced for sure the dead horse is beaten, bygones are bygones and some things may be better off left unmended. I was convinced that studying this would be what I want to do for the rest of my life and that it is the one thing in the world I would not give up for I have fought for it. I was convinced it was utmost impossible for me to go back to the fork where I once started. But towards the beginning quarter of my life, it dawned on me that life lacks these answers to the questions I pose, and it may take me decades to search them or perhaps even my entire life span might not be sufficient. And that is the beauty of one’s existence.

Random senioritis,
Vonnie S.