In the last few days I've caught a glimpse of what my life is going to look like, the shape it is beginning to take; its composition from the next year onwards. All those years, thoughts and images seem so distant now... it's all beginning to feel so real. We think about it all the time, we all know it's coming, but we're never completely ready for it. Time has slipped through my fingers and all I'm left with is the future. Those will be the roads I'll walk and travel along, those will be the people I will see daily, the places that will surround me in my day-to-day comings and goings. This is it. This is where it goes from here. And yet we all still seem to want to grasp on to what is left from this era, this time which is coming to and end. The small essence of the time which we are in that has not yet become what will be. We all want to grow up, move on, take a few steps on our own and see where life takes us. Still, will the grass always be greener on the other side?
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