"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Conversations Change

~One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human.
~George Santayana

Had a fantastic weekend at home! On Friday I was able to hang out with a few friends from high school. We ended up going downtown to Gateway to see "I Am Number Four"-which was actually pretty good :)

Thinking back on our conversations I was struck by how things have changed. We all met up at various times during our sophomore year of high school. Crazy to think that was 4-5 years ago! We've always talked about guys, of course. And we've always talked about school and plans and life and family. But it's like we've progressed to a different level.

We talk more about relationships now. We talk about how much longer we have at what university and what jobs we want. It's not about "when I grow up" anymore. It seems closer than that. And yet, I don't feel old enough for that. We talk about trips we could go on together or sleep overs at apartments without "adult supervision" because we're old enough now. Haha, I guess we've always speculated about who would get married first though. So some things aren't too different.

We used to talk more about our parents-now we talk about roommates. We have more to remember. It sounds so simple, but sometimes you forget all the times you've had with someone and all the inside jokes and sayings and classes we had together and basketball games and region dances and long mornings roaming the halls... the first times we were able to drive each other and now we hop on the freeway and drive downtown. Before we had jobs or bills. Before we had to feed ourselves and go grocery shopping and be responsible for our schedules.

There are a million more things that I can't even list. Things are so different and yet they kind of changed gradually. It's kind of sad and yet kind of exciting.
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