When My Life Feels More Fragile Than Ever

I have never valued my survival more than I am right now. Why? My future.

It’s such a weird feeling when you find yourself choosing the quieter, smaller campground with fewer raucous 20-somethings at a music festival, when you triple check both ways while crossing the street, when you grip the steering wheel a little extra with both hands going down the freeway, when you choose a seat a few rows closer to the emergency exit on your flight.

I have never felt so high in my life. The life-speed rate that I am going at is so elevating and monumental that there is no way I can risk putting my life in peril. That would be disastrous. I have so many amazing things to look forward to and experience in the coming months and years. To miss out on my forthcoming life would be catastrophic.

Isn’t that an amazing thing.

I am studying art history in Amsterdam and Brussels this summer.

I am planning on taking weekend trips to London, Paris, Copenhagen, and Berlin.

I am taking classes in computer science and information technology next year.

I am applying to new majors that I am genuinely interested in.

I am continually meeting new people who stimulate my mind, soul, and senses.

I have the world at my fingertips.

Nothing in my life is going wrong — THAT alone, is something to celebrate everyday.