I don't think I've ever realized how much things change until this moment. I have a folder on my desktop, "Senior Project" and hundreds of pictures scattered on the table next to my laptop. I'm in tears and cannot even begin to comprehend the passage of time. I've lived a relatively short life compared to those at 80, 90, even 100, but in 18 years a lot can happen.
In these pictures I see people who I loved, who loved me, who cried with me, gave me advice, took care of me, changed me, made me, hurt me, and broke me. It's a weird feeling. I thought today I would make significant progress on my senior project, but I doubt I will. I'm so wrapped up in all of the memories. I see how I've grown just through each Halloween. Leopard, clown, snow white, cinderella, megara, pink lady, statue of liberty, witch, minnie mouse, cowgirl, wonderwoman, go-go dancer, and glinda the good witch. I see how I have so few pictures of just me and my mom and me and my dad. Does that explain enough? I see friends I saw yesterday and friends I haven't even spoken to since 7th or 8th grade. Friends forever? I see Casey. Casey and I so happy. 600 or so pictures with him alone. I thought seriously about not including him in the movie knowing the tears it would bring, but then how would it describe the influences of my life accurately? He's my best friend just as much as Michelle, Emily, and Rachel. I'm happy I decided to because the project wouldn't have ever felt complete. :)
I guess this frightens me in a way. I see the pictures of my "best friends" from middle school, people I don't even talk to at all anymore. I have my girls now who I would probably die without. In the next 18 years change is inevitable, but I know more than ever I can't lose my best friends and those that truly matter. I have no idea what life will bring or God will present in my life, but I am open new experiences and people with open arms even though I'm scared out of my flippin' mind.
But because things change. And friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody. - Perks.
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i know its cliche, but pictures tell a thousand words. each picture has a million memories behind it. since moving, i've gone through so many pictures up on my walls, plastered on my closet doors, up in frames on shelves, everywhere. and as the seasons of my life have changed, pictures have come down and new ones have gone up. but each one has such a unique story and everytime i find old ones or look at the new ones, i find myself caught in a rush of emotions. words can't even describe those times, those feelings, those people. i guess thats why we take those pictures though. they capture a memory that words can't.
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