Pondering Life

My Favorite Days of the Week

Two out of seven days of the week are like a breath of fresh air. I look forward to them during the other five days of the week. Until I am reminded of what comes after those two days. They’re relaxing, calming, and peaceful. Time is of the essence. Each second must be savored and each day should include a good memory. If not, a slight sense of regret awaits me. At the end of the two days, I must ask the same internal question – Did I make the most out of my time? This question lingers through my mind for the rest of the week, the rest of the year, and probably will for a long time. Just like that, the two days are over and it’s time for a new cycle to begin. Another regular routine begins. A routine that will also continue for the rest of the week, the rest of the year, and probably will for a long time.

When I Grow Up I Want to Be…

There have been many times when somebody or something has asked me what I want to be in the future. This could be teachers, friends, classmates, or even question sheets. Every time I’m asked this I can only respond with the same unclear response. I don’t know. I’m not sure. In order to find out what I want to do, I have to try new things. Maybe there’s a new hobby I would like to do in the future. Maybe some new elective at school seems like an interesting thing to pursue. But every time someone tries out something new, there is always that fear of not knowing how to do it. The fear of messing up. But every single time that happens, I have to keep going.

Freedom With Friends

It’s the weekend. My favorite time of the week. No school and two days’ worth of freedom. I wonder what I should do today but my question is answered for me. The phone rings and on the other end is a friend. I’m invited to hang out and do something. Do what though? They don’t know. They say we’ll figure it out on the go. So I open the garage, grab my bike, and pedal out. Down the road towards my friend’s house. Waiting for me are other friends of mine. All of them are waiting to have some fun and find a good way to spend their time. So we bike along the river, down the trail, not thinking of what is something worthwhile to do because sometimes just hanging out with friends is all one person needs.

The Never-ending Sky

The sky is ever-changing. One day it can be shrouded in darkness and gray. Another day it can be so bright and blue that it hurts to stare up at it. Some days it can appear bright and blue but clouds loom over it, warning of incoming gray. I find myself staring at the sky when I’m bored. Whenever I look at it, I ponder things that question a variety of topics. Are aliens real up in space? Why is the sky so blue today? How far am I seeing up into the sky? Will asking these questions help in my real life? The answer to those questions is probably not. I can’t imagine myself trying to solve algebra equations with aliens. But I still look up at the sky.

Back in Time

Sometimes I really wish I had a time machine. Something that could send me back into the mind of my younger self. Why? I always find myself wondering why I did this or that as a kid. Or why I couldn’t do these certain tasks when the current me finds them so easy to do. But unfortunately, time travel isn’t possible. I have to keep moving forward. I already know that in the future I will look back at the present me and ponder the same things. Why did I do this or that as my younger self and why I couldn’t do this or that when it seems so easy to the older me? Was life easier back then? Maybe it was. But at the same time, maybe people just get better and better at dealing with certain things as they get older.

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