My Prologue...

I will be seventeen in two months and you'd think that after almost seventeen years in this world, I'd have something to account for.
I don't.
My life to me has just been warming up. It hasn't even begun. I think that I will truly know when it starts. It'll be the kind of thing that hits me at a hundred miles per hour. The skies will dramatically clear. The world will open up to me. I will feel free. I will feel importance and reason within me. I will finally begin.
This is all just a prologue to me. Just a little before knowledge. A little piece of life that isn't even near a beginning or middle or especially an ending.

I have so many plans and dreams and hopes. They aren't just mindless nonsense. They couldn't be.
There has to be more to life.
There has to be perfect endings and happily ever afters.
They can't be just written and made up for the world to envy.
That wouldn't be right.
I know that a perfect story or life can't nor should be handed to you on a silver platter... but it still should not be unattainable.
It should be reachable. It should be deserved.
What other reason is there for life?

Some people will go there whole life feeling incomplete.
How are those people chosen? Is it there own doing? Is it a greater power?
I used to be so completely adamant on the point of ones outlook on life and in life. I used to say that you can only be as happy as you let yourself be.
I must say... I've seen and learned a lot since those naive days, and it's definitely harder than it sounds.
But, isn't everything?

Life definitely has a way of sometimes tossing you around. Even if I feel like my story hasn't even started, this has been one hell of a prologue.

But... I realize deep inside myself that time is going to fly right by. And I really hope that years from now when my mind is a little wiser, and when my skin is a little older, and when my heart is a little stronger, I hope I can look back and be okay with who I was then... and who I became.