I hate the concept of soul mates. The concept of “It wasn’t meant to be.”
There isn’t some higher power out there…someone deciding the perfect person for everybody. But I know people hate to believe that. Everyone believes there is some perfect soul out there waiting for them. It’s ridiculous, it is illogical…but it makes you feel better, at least.
I’m going to be going to grad school soon. At 19. What the hell. I’m not ready, but I guess I’ll be thrust into it whether I want to or not. I still want to be a kid again, is that so much to ask? I still want to spend days doing nothing, I still want to find out what I should and shouldn’t do, and I still want to do dumb stuff until I can’t anymore.
I don’t want to worry about how many shots I can take. I don’t want to worry about gas money. I don’t want to worry about my weight. And I don’t want to worry about growing old.
I guess it’s a romantic thought…never growing old. Live fast, and die young. Romantic, but impractical. Sometimes you have to let go of how you want your life to be, and just accept the way it’s going to be.
But it’s okay.
I just have to live long enough to meet my soul mate.
