Imagination

The teenage years have been ingrained in my brain as a period of activity and shenanigans and making memories. You can ask most adults and it seems like they'll provide you with example upon example on how they cherished their time. Whether it was that time your Uncle Roy snuck out in the middle of the night to meet up with some cute blonde, or how your grandfather shot a 10-point buck on his very first hunting trip. This time has always been rumored to seem so fulfilling, but it doesn't feel that way at all. The time seems to fly by without anything significant happening. The memories you make don't feel deep enough to notice later on. Sometimes you wonder if they even qualify to be labeled as proper memories. However, imagining what could be always seems so vivid and remarkable, you can hardly believe that kind of emotion even exists within you. You see yourself skydiving out of a plane with some of your closest friends. You're now scaling a gorgeous cliff face vegetated with all the most gorgeous, scenic plant-life you've never seen before. You imagine lounging near a lakefront nigh untouched by modern civilization and literally bask in your ideal relaxation and self-fulfillment.

Just thinking about it what could be invokes an emotional response. It feels like you can survive off this satisfaction alone, however the reality of your true situation bleeds through the vision. The physical record shows that nothing notably close to your expectations has been accomplished. That dark fact looms over you, beckoning you to change it. It hates its blank slate. It hates lack of substance. It feels empty and meaningless, almost hurtful. A water-less ocean is only a desert after all. Unfortunately, the feeling is not strong enough and is easily ignored or brushed off as hormones or a sour mood.

The decision to change is not mandatory. Your perspective is your own ball of clay to mold. But, if you only look at the side that you're finished with, it leaves all that is incomplete for the rest of the world to see.