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Yesterday, I turned twenty-one. I was born in July, but I can smell the holly of winter and graduation is a block away. Two months ago, I was sixteen, trying to figure out high school and imagining the person I was going to be. Twenty years ago, I was ten, boxing up my life and meeting friends who took basketball just as serious. Once upon a time, I was six. As biology dictates, at some point I was even younger But time is a dream I cannot grasp I am not the same person I was then as I am not the same person I was five minutes ago if only due to the way my actin slides and the way my mitochondria only carry my mother’s DNA. Slow and passive, that’s evolution, not revolution. I still feel like an ant with a barrel of gasoline waiting for a spark to set it ablaze.
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
Time's Tale
Yesterday, I turned twenty-one. I was born in July, but I can smell the holly of winter and graduation is a block away. Two months ago, I was sixteen, trying to figure out high school and imagining the person I was going to be. Twenty years ago, I was ten, boxing up my life and meeting friends who took basketball just as serious. Once upon a time, I was six. As biology dictates, at some point I was even younger But time is a dream I cannot grasp I am not the same person I was then as I am not the same person I was five minutes ago if only due to the way my actin slides and the way my mitochondria only carry my mother’s DNA. Slow and passive, that’s evolution, not revolution. I still feel like an ant with a barrel of gasoline waiting for a spark to set it ablaze.
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
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