Last night, as 2011 gave way to 2012, I was surprised to find myself thinking – what if this really is the last new year we’ll ever see?
I’m a naturally skeptical person. I don’t put much stock in superstition or Mayan calendars. But as I drifted fitfully into much-needed sleep (I was stupid enough to get up at 6 a.m. on the 31st) I realized something.
If it all comes to an end in 2012, I’m not angry. Don’t misunderstand me – I am 21 years old and I have a million and one dreams and I am so eager to experience my life that I’m having trouble standing still and waiting for the future. I am insatiable; I am dying for more life.
But 21 or not, if it’s over in a few months, that’s okay. I have had a life, and I have lived wide and deep and tall. Continue reading