Halfway

The fact that I am halfway through high school absolutely terrifies me. Everyone assumes I’m excited, but I know those last two years go by faster than the first two, and I don’t want for my childhood (in its entirety) to finally come to an end. I miss being a child, and knowing I’ll never get to relive or have another childhood is quite sad to me. The first two years of high school have been good, and I’ve learned a lot through the years, but I fear I’m not using these last few years of freedom to the best of my ability. I feel as if there is so much more I can be doing to create more unforgettable memories that will later trigger the melancholic nostalgia that occurs when I reminisce of my days as a careless teenager. I just don’t want to be wasting my days away. My mom tells me of her days as a teenager in her small town in Bosnia, and the things she did were things I know I could never be able to do in the suburbs of Saint Louis. Her senior year got cut short the way most seniors were this year, but hers was due to the fact that a war was starting. It still didn’t stop them from using everyday the best to her ability.

I just don’t want to look back in regret, that would be my biggest regret.