The significance of Friday
Friday was the end of the first "week" of school. Although I haven't been in school a whole week it was technically the end of the week, you catch my drift.
When I think back I can't believe how time flies. However cliché that must be, it's the truth. Ever since high school I've felt like the years have gotten faster and faster. I've talked to my dad about it and he's told me he feels the same, although not about school but about life in general.
Let me paint a picture for you. A little girl growing up into the real world; she is seeing things for the very first time. She is lively and open to new things. Contrast that with an older man, full of memories, expeirences, and wise beyond the girls years. Yet they both face the same thing: time. While she's noticing the changes in school, the nearing to the real world, he is feeling the same thing only on a much grander scale. He is watching his little girl grow up before his eyes, he is watching the years pass him by and still wondering when he became so "old". The funny thing is while these images contrast, they are one in the same. He was once the youth watching school, friends, and life move forward and she will one day be the elder looking back and wondering how the years went so fast.
My freshman year of SMU, I could've never seen myself as the way I am now. If the trend continues I'll be so much different. It's creepy to watch yourself grow up up. Everyone knows growing up is just part of life but a lot of times people take it for granted. To be as aware of it as I am is just, well, creepy.
I only have two years left here at SMU. The way my junior year is set up, I know it's going to pass me up in the blink of an eye. Before I know it I'll be out in the real world trying to make my own living. There will be new people new experiences and a whole different outlook on life.
I guess that is the way life works though. Outlooks change with time. I think back to when I was in high school to where I am now. I'm completely different. I can only imagine what I will be like in a matter of a few years.
"Life is short." I guess that old cliché does have depth. You never really realize how short life is until you look back. It can even make a young person like me feel old. Sometimes I think how amazing it would be if I could pause time and just enjoy being in where I am at just a little longer than nature intended. However, if that were possible, then it wouldn’t be life. Maybe awareness of age, of time, is just something people face to make them realize what they have and appreciate it.
With life comes experiences and those experiences are worth living life. I'm excited for the future, however nervous I may seem. I'm just one step closer to being in the next stage of my life. So although I didn’t write about some event written in history books, Friday is a page of my personal history. However corny that may be, thinking about time passing can really get you on a deep train of thought. Try it sometime. It’s kind of crazy.
When I think back I can't believe how time flies. However cliché that must be, it's the truth. Ever since high school I've felt like the years have gotten faster and faster. I've talked to my dad about it and he's told me he feels the same, although not about school but about life in general.
Let me paint a picture for you. A little girl growing up into the real world; she is seeing things for the very first time. She is lively and open to new things. Contrast that with an older man, full of memories, expeirences, and wise beyond the girls years. Yet they both face the same thing: time. While she's noticing the changes in school, the nearing to the real world, he is feeling the same thing only on a much grander scale. He is watching his little girl grow up before his eyes, he is watching the years pass him by and still wondering when he became so "old". The funny thing is while these images contrast, they are one in the same. He was once the youth watching school, friends, and life move forward and she will one day be the elder looking back and wondering how the years went so fast.
My freshman year of SMU, I could've never seen myself as the way I am now. If the trend continues I'll be so much different. It's creepy to watch yourself grow up up. Everyone knows growing up is just part of life but a lot of times people take it for granted. To be as aware of it as I am is just, well, creepy.
I only have two years left here at SMU. The way my junior year is set up, I know it's going to pass me up in the blink of an eye. Before I know it I'll be out in the real world trying to make my own living. There will be new people new experiences and a whole different outlook on life.
I guess that is the way life works though. Outlooks change with time. I think back to when I was in high school to where I am now. I'm completely different. I can only imagine what I will be like in a matter of a few years.
"Life is short." I guess that old cliché does have depth. You never really realize how short life is until you look back. It can even make a young person like me feel old. Sometimes I think how amazing it would be if I could pause time and just enjoy being in where I am at just a little longer than nature intended. However, if that were possible, then it wouldn’t be life. Maybe awareness of age, of time, is just something people face to make them realize what they have and appreciate it.
With life comes experiences and those experiences are worth living life. I'm excited for the future, however nervous I may seem. I'm just one step closer to being in the next stage of my life. So although I didn’t write about some event written in history books, Friday is a page of my personal history. However corny that may be, thinking about time passing can really get you on a deep train of thought. Try it sometime. It’s kind of crazy.
posted by Danielle at 8:05 PM
3 Comments:
Danielle,
This looks great! Very insightful and well written.
Caroline
This was indeed a well-thought out blog. It doesn't quite connect, but there's enough interesting in here to keep a mildly interested reader engaged.
Blogs tend to deal in specifics, so you might consider citing specific examples or moments when you are pondering how time slips away.
Also, you seem to imply that both you and your father are expressing that time seems to be speeding up. Why is that? Is that normal, or is something happening in our culture that makes this mor common? Your blog doesn't really address this.
Good start. I look forward to reading your future thoughts.
This was indeed a well-thought out blog. It doesn't quite connect, but there's enough interesting in here to keep a mildly interested reader engaged.
Blogs tend to deal in specifics, so you might consider citing specific examples or moments when you are pondering how time slips away.
Also, you seem to imply that both you and your father are expressing that time seems to be speeding up. Why is that? Is that normal, or is something happening in our culture that makes this mor common? Your blog doesn't really address this.
Good start. I look forward to reading your future thoughts.
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