It’s now that I’m sitting here, watching my roommates play basketball from our backyard portico, that I’ve realized how amazing these past four years have been. For now I realize, that to any stranger who would happen upon our private celebration of youth and ambition, others would be so jealous. Perhaps this is the historical slice the older generation looks fondly upon. We should be so grateful.
For today, in the mild spring, is a day for living for the sake of living. Tomorrow, well. Tomorrow will bring tomorrow.