It’s dark and cold out here…the wind nipping at my toes, making the hairs on my legs stand up as they dangle over the ledge.
Let me stop you there before your mind wanders far enough as to etch some kind of brooding illustration into itself. This is the best position I could possibly ask to be in. Sitting on a balcony overlooking the ocean as I claw at the last few days of my final high school spring break as they drop into the bottom half of my hourglass. I only have the dim light of my laptop and the whisper of music barely audible over the gargling of the ocean to keep me company, and they perfectly suffice.
Ironically enough, the hook of the currently playing song goes as follows:
“Fast life, someone’s always caught up in the fast life.”
During the months prior to spring break, I found myself as the perfect case study for that very song. School was beginning to get to me. The proverbial candle had been burnt at both ends and the flame was beginning to lick at my fingertips. On top of that, add the enormous weight of a looming college decision and you had the perfect recipe for psychosis. OK, I’ll be honest, it probably wasn’t that bad but it sure felt that way. I was thinking way too far in the future and because of that, I regretfully wasn’t able to enjoy the here and now.
That weight is gone now and as the year winds down to a close, the candle is beginning to rebuild itself. I only have a month and a half left of my senior year of high school (and I still have yet to fully wrap my head around the prior statement). No, this isn’t my formal white flag or middle finger to the rest of the academic year. With that said, I’m making it my crusade to enjoy the rest of the year to the fullest. I have the best parts of senior year ahead of me: senior prom, senior skip day (or the more politically correct “senior appreciation day”), and graduation. Every day will be spent in the present, not thinking about the summer, not thinking about college next year. Before I know it, I’ll be a year older and slaving over a ten page research paper discussing the effects of aerosols on hurricane intensity or something, wishing I had moments like this back.
For now, it’s just me, the rolling ocean, street lights dotting the horizon like the reflection of the night sky in a puddle, and my thoughts. Peace and serenity beyond measure, attempting to live a slower life.