My Eighteenth Birthday
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Tomorrow I turn eighteen years of age. I don't even feel that old, yet I overcompensate and sometimes act as though I'm way beyond my years.
There's no doubt, I'm ready to be an adult with all of its accompanying decisions and responsibilities. But I will miss the excuses that youth and juvenility grant.
Time is measured not just in seconds, minutes, and hours, but also dollars and cents. It's a resource which may no longer be wasted. Patience itself may be equated with lost opportunity. The ability to forgive myself for lazy days and unproductive hours will fade away quickly and won't return for years to come. Until then, I will always be wanting for something. To what might reverse this trend, I dearly hope and pray.
[/caption]Tomorrow I turn eighteen years of age. I don't even feel that old, yet I overcompensate and sometimes act as though I'm way beyond my years.
There's no doubt, I'm ready to be an adult with all of its accompanying decisions and responsibilities. But I will miss the excuses that youth and juvenility grant.
Time is measured not just in seconds, minutes, and hours, but also dollars and cents. It's a resource which may no longer be wasted. Patience itself may be equated with lost opportunity. The ability to forgive myself for lazy days and unproductive hours will fade away quickly and won't return for years to come. Until then, I will always be wanting for something. To what might reverse this trend, I dearly hope and pray.