Time

Time is a funny thing... Especially time in the life of a child.

I realized today that I've known several of the kids I'm in high school with since we were all in the 7th grade together.  This only dawned on me today, because they don't register in my brain as the same people I met back when I was an awkward, moody little twelve-year-old.  But they are.  One is my best friend, in fact - although we really didn't know what to make of each other when we first met.  The others are still good friends who I often exchange jokes and friendly gibes with.  But how is it that in the span of four or five years, we four can now be so different?  What would our younger selves say about our changes?  What would our younger selves say about our changed relationships with each other?  It's just something I've spent my time thinking about.  What will the four of us be like in another five years?

The time of childhood is seen by many adults as time to be cherished.  But it's difficult to cherish a time that is spent making so many mistakes.  I guess I see where they're coming from though.  This is a time when you're meant to make mistakes, as there is no other time in your life you can get away with them so easily.  Sometimes it's hard to learn from those mistakes, though.

Besides, when I really think about it, all stages of life should be cherished, shouldn't they?  If you're not appreciative of where you are in life, maybe that's the time to seek a change.  Or to look within to find the change you need.

Just more of the ramblings of Rachel Cline...

Thanks for reading
~Rachel