The next generation.

Food for thought.

Half of the school year is finished. The semester has ended. And, life goes on, each dreary day promising the same things as the day before; lather, rinse repeat. Five mornings a week I awake to walk through the same motions I do for the other four days. Tired eyes meet a bitter morning, too dark to see a thing, dragging feet touch the frozen tiled floor where the carpet ends, and, I fumble around sleepily, trying to gather my things together for the approaching day.

Such is my life, and the life of so many other teens.

At least so it seems.

It's odd to think of myself and all of the students I know as young adults, growing up, slowly transitioning out of a school kid and into an educated being, preparing themselves for more than college; for their life. Old, childlike habits continue to fade away, rebel trends disappear as they loose importance in the lives of the growing young.

This truly hit me mere days ago. Watching my brother and his friends get so near to the time they leave home made me realize they're not just students. They're people, with their own stories, their own dreams, their own talents, all rapidly changing, differing, blooming out of the childhood they shared into another part of their life; one which will they will each continue to grow and learn and develop apart from each other.

It's neither something I fear or am excited for. The whole process, day by day and step by step, feels natural, like drinking water when you're thirsty or bathing when you've been playing in the dirt.

Okay. Chew on that. Talk amongst yourselves. DISCUSS. (Coffee talk line.. LOL)

I can't think of any good, not awkward way to end this so... uhh. Bye.