Coming to a close...

To whom this may concern,
The book is ending, the chapter running out of words, the epilogue is coming up.
My life as I know it, as a high schooler, is presumably over. Graduation is set a couple days from now, I've taken the last test at OHS I will ever take, now I just wait for a couple extra days before it's really over. Life as I know it will cease to exist; there will be no school supply list sent in the mail in the middle of August, no school pictures, no crappy lunches from the cafeteria that I'm forced to eat.
People often refer to their lives as one big, giant book starting with birth and ending with death. I refuse to believe that. I believe that our life is filled with many books, sequels, trilogies, series; however you want to divide it. Each and everyday is a chapter, filling in the space left in abundance known as spare time. There is no un-fillable void in which we are trapped, that void is where life happens. Life consumes us when we are not busy making decisions and working, it's the in-betweens that we don't count. Life isn't a timecard, its the time we forget to remember. As I type out this paragraph about nothing, I am reminiscing in all that has been, could've been, and should've been. That nostalgia is what makes everything so damn great. It makes everything worth it.
There's three things you need to make absolutely sure of throughout your entire life: That you continually love someone, something, anything; That someone, something, anything loves you; and to never stop. Never stop breathing, moving forward, looking back, loving, living, just never stop.
As a senior realizing that almost twenty years is behind me, I can tell you that it only goes faster and from here on out it's going to jet by in a blur I can already tell you. In kindergarten, the four hours we spent in that class room everyday felt like an eternity, now as a senior the months float by without even realizing. Next years and decades will be doing the same.
All I can say is live in the moment, make mistakes, and die happy with a smile on your face.
Stay golden, Pony Boy,           - Bree Callahan