If a picture is worth a thousand words…

… then what about a memory? Would it be worth 10,000? 100,000? 1,000,000?

For some reason, I’ve been listening to a lot of Nickelback lately, which always seems to put me in a pensive mood. So what better place is there to share my thoughts and reflections than here? (For this post to have optimum impact, go on Youtube and find the song “Photograph” or “If Today Was Your Last Day” by Nickelback. You don’t have to watch the music videos or anything; just have them playing in the background if you’d like.)

We all have things we’ve done, things that we will never forget. Whether they’re good or bad, they still exist, and are part of what defines us as a person. No one else has the same experiences, the same perspective, the same insights; that uniqueness is what makes conversations interesting, and relationships fulfilling.
I, like many people out there, sometimes wish I could travel back in time. I want to recapture the past, and take back those moments in time where I could sit back and say, “I’m happy.”
But, like most people, I realize that this will probably never be possible. (Unless parallel universes exist, like the movie we watched in physics hypothesizes…)

My point is this: don’t take those moments for granted. Whether they come when you’re alone, or when you’re in the company of someone you love, take the time to savor the moment, because it may never be the same again.

(This just seemed like it would fit in with the mood of the day, so I randomly wrote it this afternoon and decided to post it a little earlier than I originally planned. Hopefully you’ve enjoyed it.)

I could be twelve years old again?

While going back to school may not be a reality for many of the people responding to this prompt, it is unfortunately something that I have to start giving serious thought within the next couple of days. Going back to seventh grade (for that is where I was when I was twelve) would seem like a walk in the park compared to thinking about going into my senior year of high school. When I was twelve, there were no worries about colleges, scholarships, applications, AP classes, picking out clothes, trying to make new friends… none of that really concerned me because, quite frankly, I didn’t really find it important at the time. I had a (what I thought was) stable friend group, I had a set style (graphic tees and jeans- you can never go wrong with that), and most importantly, I didn’t give a darn about college because it seemed like an eternity away.
But now… things are so much different. I have college visits to fit into my weekends, blog posts to write in between piles of homework from my AP and honors classes, awkward social interactions and people to deal with…

Overall, the concept of going back to being twelve sounds like something that I would actually enjoy. It would at least be a welcome reprieve from the stresses of high school, so what are we waiting for? Let’s break out the time machine and get going.

This prompt was generated here.