I love my life, don't get me wrong.
I love my job; I love my campus; I love how far I've come.
But sometimes I can't help but feel that life is passing me by. How many countless people do I know that have gone off somewhere, seen places, done things, experienced so much more than I could ever conceive, and yet, here I am. I don't even go out on the weekends anymore, and for me, I used to always be out. The trials I have gone through have been enough to warrant my place among those people, but I can't help but feel that life is passing me by.
