Young Hope

Life moves too fast when you’re young. Four years ago I thought I knew what the world was all about. It was a summer of hope, blind emotion, and deception.

I had it in my head that life was predictable. I thought the future I had planned for myself would unfold neatly. Boy, was I wrong. Life has shot plot twists into my life like lightning bolts. It’s obvious I’ve never been fully in charge.

The more I take a count of my errors, though, the more I understand. The more mistaken I realize I was the more I can move on; the more that I have moved on. I consider myself extremely lucky. At least I’m not trapped.

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