Live for today, we'll dream tomorrow
We've got big plans in sight
We'll take this city, and by nightfall
the bright lights are calling
Everything is going our way
Everything is just as we planned
This is our future for what we've heard,
and I've still got your hand
And it feels like, we could last forever
And I'm not doing this alone

As I fourced my way through the crowdes of teenagers in the school hallways, I found that I could not resist the desire to observe the people around me. Despite not knowing the majority of the people who walked passed me, the looks on thier faces, thier mannerisms and behaviors were too beautiful to ignore. Reader, can you imagine how I felt admist a crowd of people? Watching people hug one another upon seeing each other again after a long, but seeming fleeting summer? Drowned out in the crescendo of the flooded hallway's inhabitors, all thier voices filled with such happiness and sincerity? It was a sight to behold.

It seems that everyone had changed since before the summer, before we parted from one another's daily prescense. New haircuts, different clothing, improved attitudes- no one looked quite the same as before. It is now, dear reader, that I am realizing how deeply, how rapidly, adolecense passes away. It is said that high school is where you develop who you really are, and, in a way, that is very true; we learn new life lessons, expand our knowledge, extract our identities from our inner most selves. It is the building, nor the intstitute, that gives way to this magical metamorphisis- it is the people who inhabit it, who breathe life into it's walls.

Concentrated with different people- the kind of people who are malicious, the kind of people who arent. The ones that love to talk, and the ones who perfer to keep to themselves. We encounter different people- people who drift away, and people who you just dont have the connection with that you can tell them everything about yourself, even people who eventually break away from you- or you, them. And amoungst those people are the few, rare jems of whom you can rely on, trust and truly, sincerely love.
It is because of the vast amount of varying individuals who occupy our worlds, those of whom because the partake in our lives and those who are merely our "wallpaper," people whom we do not speak to, nor search for, but simply exist and occupy space, that we slowly, but surely, surface who we are. Amoungst the crowd of fellow human beings, we discover who we are, we lay root to who we will someday be.

It is because of the lessons we learn and the paths we choose that we distinguish who we are, regardless of who we are. The entire world isnt filled with kind people- malicious people, hurtful people, very much exist, and in large number, but they, too, are people. They, too, have some light in thier hearts, scars they carry and love they can offer, if they allow themselves the space and time to do so.

All of us now have before another clean page in the book of our lives. We have a whole new school year ahead of us- time to make new friends, learn new things, find new aspects about ourselves we never knew we had.

I do not know what the future may hold. No, only God knows what lays before me. Even so, I wish to face it with my head held high. Pain is inevitable, and tribulations are sure to come, but omens are not the only thing ahead. Happiness, laughter, experiences and success can be reaped as well, if we allow ourselves to sow the right seeds. Down to the thoughts we think, and the words we speak, we change our futures, That's why, reader of mine, I want you, like I, to perservere and carry on, beliving that the best has yet to come. We have our family who loves us, and our friends who stand by us, and even if they pass away from our sides, we have God. Regardless of what you believe, reader, God is with you. Wherever you are, whatever you do, God is right there, beside you.

So now, with this clean sheet of paper before us, let's write the words to our futures, okay?

When memories fade, we've got each other!
When time and confusion collide
singing, "I hold it all when I hold you."
When friends walk other ways, we've got eachother
I hold it all when I hold, I hold it all when I hold you

-Time and Confusion, Anberlin