Baltimore Street

I had another moment today that just simply blew my mind.

Wanna hear about it?

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Today Jen, Steph, Amanda, and I were driving, and I decided to quickly hop on the Palouse Highway. I had full intentions of turning right on Regal Road and heading back in towards 57th, but then... I looked at the sky. I saw how magical it looked, and how perfectly swirled with colors it was, and I felt that I had no choice but to pass Regal Road and head for (what looked to be) heaven. With Amanda and Jen in the back seat, and Steph in the front, I took a right on Baltimore. The view just got prettier. And as I was driving along this straight and narrow road, I looked to Steph and said "I have never been over here before" and she replied with a smirk and a simple "Me either". With all the windows down, and the music on maximum volume (not playing rap of course, that would ruin the whole mood in every way), we drove silently. None of us speaking, but rather glancing out the windows at what seemed like a new and foreign land. Then finally, we turn a corner, and it was like my eyes had never been so happy. We were overlooking a hill of homes with jagged paths, trees, rocks, and a perfect slit of sky, sun, and clouds at the top. It's appearance much like The Shire, really. The sun was peering through the clouds creating, what my mom calls, a 'God thing' that lit the sky. The longer I was looking at this, the more awesome I was feeling. If I have lived in an area for 18 years and never noticed something so beautiful, just imagine what I will find in other places of the world. 

We always complain that the place we live doesn't have anything cool to do, or any sights to see, but that's simply because we've never really looked.

Stars

Have you ever just looked at the stars and thought '...what the crap?'
How is there so many significant and tiny things up there, and how the hell am I so used to looking at them?
How many people do you suppose are looking at the very same stars, and how many of them do you figure I am never going to meet?
How many of those stars are planets?
How many of them were romantically named after a girl that a boy really liked?
How many of them have already burned out?
How many of them ARE there?

That goes for everything!

How many people am I never ever going to know?
And how many of those (listed above) are a lot like me? Or... wondering the same thing?
How many people are within a 2 mile radius of me?
How many other people in the world wonder about these things?

So, does this unknown make us small and insignificant? Unoriginal and a simple number?
I don't think so...
I think it just goes to show that while we may have 1,000 reasons to hate someone, to love someone, to change someone... we are so the same. We have 100,000 things about us that are identical. It's humbling, really. Because we often focus on all the factors that make people different, and all the reasons that we think it is fair to tell them to change. But if we focused, even for just 10 seconds, on all the things that the entire human race shares - we will see that the differences are stars. They are small, but significant. Without even one of them the whole atmosphere would be different, but when I look through the front windshield of the car and glance upon the sky, I won't be able to tell the difference.

Go tell someone they're awesome. Because dammit, they are.

DiplomaRoma

grad·u·ate
[n., adj. graj-oo-it, -eyt; v. graj-oo-eyt]
noun

A person who is leaving everything they know to embark on something cool/scary/awesome/terrifying/far away/foreign (etc.), and is really very frightened.


...Okay, so I made that up. But that's what it is to me.


As I sit here and think about the fact that I have 2 more school days as a high schooler I am realizing that my senioritis is actually backtracking, and turning into hesitation, sadness, and pure RAW fear. But, I am also SO excited at the same time. But some of my best friends are moving away. A lot of them. Almost all of them. Moving away, like me, but going to their own new and scary locations. In my perfect world, I would pack them all up and tac them to a bulletin board in my dorm, buuuuuut... I have a bad feeling that's not a possibility. 
My bess fraan Stephanie Noelle (love you long time) suggested that I write a blog that is a selection for my future. Explaining what I am doing now, what I am thinking now, and where I think my life will go. I thought "Whoa Steph, what a knee-slappin' good idea!" So, this is where I am. 
Commencing...


Right now in my life, my only conclusion about what I want to do in the future is good things. I want to help people. I don't know with what exactly yet. Maybe nothing specific. Maybe everything. I just know I want to work with people and help them. Lately, i've been highly considering working on trying to get a major that emphasizes somehow on Human Rights. I really want that. =yaknowwhatimean? I also know that I want to go to Africa. SO. BAD. I want to go teach music to little kids there, build homes, nurse people to health, and make people smile as they make me cry. I want to be enlightened. I just want to help. More than anything I want at all.
As for now, I am just trying to adjust to the idea that everything is going to change. Everything. Every routine I've ever fallen into, every scenic structure I'm used to glancing at, and every person I have interacted with - will be different. Holy hell, right? 
I am feeling: Terranxioued
(terrified, anxious, excited)
Here's to a million tears, four hundred panic attacks, forty graduation parties, and the freshman fifteen!