leave.

I wish i had something to show for my life. Like, i wish i was in some far off country living the dream. Instead i could only you show a thousand midterms and essay's i've done okay on. And really that's not much for me and the life i want to live. Two more years.

And then the world is mine.

Here's to sailing in sydney, surfing in tofino, and building orphanages in... somewhere still undecided. I know my life is now but i can't wait till the real part starts. I don't know what exactly it holds yet but i can almost feel it now, and it's going to be legit.

"I’m afraid of time… I mean, I’m afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I’m afraid of the quick judgments or mistakes everybody makes. You can’t fix them without time. I’m afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies."