There are a few things no one tells you.
First, no one really tells you if the things you dream of will become a reality. No one can really assure you of your dreams, or can promise you a future and fulfill it. No one can tell you he'll stay with you forever and stick with it. Not because he's unable to do so, but because he can't ever be sure if he can.
No one tells you that you will be unable to do something permanent tomorrow. No one tells you that you can't make or destroy a life come the next day - because you totally can.
More importantly, no one tells you when you're really ready; truly an adult. Suddenly, you just wake up and you're doing things you never really thought you'd be doing. You open your eyes and you're doing the laundry, cleaning your apartment, and filling out forms. You're not who you are anymore. You're not who you want to be, even, sometimes.
You're just you, you're *still* you; but you're not, not really.
I'm at that point in time right now. Now I pay the bills, talk to people in suits while wearing suits as well, and driving a car. And nobody told me the time was now. In fact, I don't even remember waking up and seeing the world from a different vantage point. All I know is, I'm not a baby anymore. And in an unspoken point sometime in the past, I became someone else. Not completely, but partially. I became the person no one told me about.
That's pretty scary, don't you think?
First, no one really tells you if the things you dream of will become a reality. No one can really assure you of your dreams, or can promise you a future and fulfill it. No one can tell you he'll stay with you forever and stick with it. Not because he's unable to do so, but because he can't ever be sure if he can.
No one tells you that you will be unable to do something permanent tomorrow. No one tells you that you can't make or destroy a life come the next day - because you totally can.
More importantly, no one tells you when you're really ready; truly an adult. Suddenly, you just wake up and you're doing things you never really thought you'd be doing. You open your eyes and you're doing the laundry, cleaning your apartment, and filling out forms. You're not who you are anymore. You're not who you want to be, even, sometimes.
You're just you, you're *still* you; but you're not, not really.
I'm at that point in time right now. Now I pay the bills, talk to people in suits while wearing suits as well, and driving a car. And nobody told me the time was now. In fact, I don't even remember waking up and seeing the world from a different vantage point. All I know is, I'm not a baby anymore. And in an unspoken point sometime in the past, I became someone else. Not completely, but partially. I became the person no one told me about.
That's pretty scary, don't you think?
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The staircases in the twin towers - their number, location, and the weak walls around them - emerged as critical factors in the deaths of many of those killed in the Sept. 11 terrorist attack on the World Trade Center, according to a federal safety report released yesterday. The findings will be used to shape federal recommendations for building-code changes across the country.
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