I walked past my mirror today, wearing nothing out of the ordinary. Track pants and a tank top.
Realisation hit me.
It hit me hard and right in the face.
I’m not a child anymore.
I head off to year eleven, upper school, in only a few days time. Where did my childhood go?

I think alot. In fact I probably spend the majority of my life in my own head.
I think back at how much I've gone through in what is meant to feel like such a long amount of time.
Its strange how that amount of time can slip through my fingers without a second to grasp it back.
Which leads me to admit how all the events in my life, all the up's and down's over the years have shaped me into the person writing these thoughts.

It makes me wonder where I'm headed.
If so much can happen in the space of one year, what are the possibilities for the years ahead?
Everyone makes plans for their life to run smoothly, but unexpected turns are always there.
Nothing is perfect and nothing ever will be.
The world is filled with 'what if's' and 'if only's'.
I sometimes wish I had a clue as to where my life is going.
Not knowing is something I've never been able to deal with well.
I believe everything happens for a reason.
Ive stuck to that belief, but secretly I try to make everything right again.
I strive for appropriate choices, but right can evolve into wrong almost too easily.

A childhood game you would play when you were young.
Its so familiar to you and you know the rules off by heart. Attempting to play to same game when your older doesnt give you the same enjoyment it did when you were little.
I wish I could go back to those days.
I want to be young, without pressure.
When the crayons were big and friendship was formed the moment you knew someones name.
Things were simple.
Nothing is simple anymore.  

The fact of the matter is.
Im not a child.
My life awaits.
I have to admit, the thought scares me more than I ever thought it could.