Summer

Today, I woke up, and I realized that I had changed.

One year has passed in the classroom. I have met and grown acquainted to chaos. I would like to think that we are friends. I have realized that reward is not necessarily rewarding though sometimes, it truly is. I have been euphoric with expectation, which is a deceptive feeling, and I have relished cynicism, which is merely a terrible feeling. I have, however and now, come to understand that naivete has a unique and powerful value, though at the same time, I am not certain that it is what I want.

I think, in sum, I have learned to be cautious because it seems that the nearer I draw to an extreme, the closer I am to being wrong.

I think, in change, I have gained, which occupies the space of what I have lost.

Does your mind also, when it returns to sleep, mistake this for something that can be found and fitfully search for what is missing?