Have you ever looked at a dollar bill? And really studied it, thought about the times its changed hands, whose sweaty hand it was placed in exchange for a hot dog at Fenway Park, how many Starbucks drinks it’s purchased, how many pairs of pants it’s bought. If you have, then you understand when I say that I feel like a dollar bill. Used.
Not used in the way that is most commonly referred to with the word, but in the fact of the matter that I feel like my entire sixteen years of existence has been used by the phantom future. That’s all we really live our life for anyways, the future. We want good grades in tenth grade, so we can move up to eleventh. We want to have a good job, so we can retire comfortably. We date boys, so we can eventually meet the person we will marry. It’s so confusing for a fifteen year old, that we do nothing for now, nothing for the present. Everything we do is reserved to multiply like a dollar bill.
This is my life, I feel used. And I am going to change. The future cannot own me. I am alive now.