"This, I think, is the boundary line of adulthood. Not the crap they claim it is....You cross the boundary the first time you're changed forever. You cross it the first time you know you can never go back." (A Thousand Pieces of You, Claudia Gray, p. 143)
In a way, life is kind of a like an improvised song. You start it out, not exactly sure in which direction you'll be taken. The notes define you, carving out an audible image of a hundred blurred moments of your life; maybe some of the moments have already happened, while some sit patiently in waiting. The song, choppy as it may sometimes get, reflects you.
The Sunset
11 months ago
