From time to time I walk to the rivers edge to think. Of everywhere I've been. And all the places I'm going. Or at least all the places I want to go. And I stand there and think of how I got there. How much I've had to grow. This Summer, this Year, and all the other Years I've been alive. And I don't really mean growing older. Even though I guess I have, to a point at least. I just mean how much I've actually grown. How I've grown apart from people I once loved only to grow towards people I've just met. How I've grown into knowing who I am. How I've grown into my passions. And as I stand there watching the current go by. I can't help but wonder how much more I'll grow before I finally say goodbye.
I also think to myself how weird I must look standing on the river bank staring at the water for like twenty minutes.