I've realized a concept about my job and our lives that I didn't quite see coming at this age. There comes a point where you cannot protect the people you love from things, no matter how hard you try.
Essentially, it's kind of like saying it takes two to tango. Two hands to clap=everyone has a part to play in what happens. After all, it's never really just one person or one thing that plays into an outcome, it's usually a lot of little things. At least two.
Two years ago I decided to make it a year of yes. Then it became two years. Then two and a half. Today, in my third year of college and not without a whole lot of hesitation or deliberation, I’m changing my mind. Today, I’m saying no.
Now that’s I’m 21, the question is, what changes? Maybe I’ll go out to the bars and wildly dancing on tables every day for the rest of the quarter. Either that, or I’ll participate in as many daygers as I possibly can because legally, there’s no reason for me to get in trouble now. So of course I’m going to go for it, I mean what else am I supposed to do?