It is not the strongest species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the ones most responsive to change.
Butterflies and Hurricanes | Muse
Change everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
Fights and battles have begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead
Best, you’ve got to be the best
You’ve got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now
Don’t let yourself down
Don’t let yourself go
Your last chance has arrive.
Tomorrow, I officially “grow up”
It’s my first “real job.” And I am freaking lucky as crap to have it. But also comes with it a ton of responsibility. Am I ready for it? I have no clue. I hope so. Things will never be the same.
I’ve waited for this day pretty much my whole life, and now that it’s here, I don’t want it to be.
So tonight, before I go to bed, I take my bracelet of summer off of my right wrist for what may be a really long time. I’m scared to death. What is to come now are bills, rent, and responsibility. Maybe one day I will be able to put my bracelet of summer back on, hopefully soon. What has been worn on my wrist has represented the essence of freedom. The days of summer have been way too short, and I must remember them for all that they were worth.
Tomorrow has come too soon.
So as I fade into the sunset, I look back on my college years and the years before in the rearview mirror, and say it was one hell of a ride. I’m sure the years to come will be one hell of a ride, as well. One can only hope. I can only hope.
