Sometimes, I like to think. Some people think about what they're going to wear the next day, some think about the big game on TV, and others, whatever seems to pass the time by. I used to find myself thinking about my future. On my fourteenth birthday, I wrote the following: "I feel I worry too much. From this day, I have 365.25 days until I am fifteen, 730.5 days until I am sixteen, about 1,095.75 days until I am seventeen, and 1,461 days until I am eighteen. "School is about halfway done. Eighth grade can't seem to see how much I wish it would slow down. I suppose it enjoys making me feel sad from my memories long out of my reach, and laughs in my face when I wish to turn back time. Ninth grade is in about 9 months. In roughly 17 months, I will have graduated from Junior High, and in about 20 months I will start High School. "In about 56 months, my education will move from home. In 56 months, I'll have a High School Diploma. In 56 months, I will gain access to colleges all around the world. In 56 months, I will be leaving home; my family and childhood friends. "After 56 months are up, I will not know what to do. "I hope to make each day count. "I hope to accomplish much until then." Even though I wrote this only fourteen months ago, my perspective has completely changed. Our futures aren't meant to be worried about. They aren't supposed to be planned to the exact pinpoint and time in our lives; they're mean to be lived. Our lives should be filled with mistakes. With forks in roads and paths that wind off somewhere we didn't plan to follow. Girls were made to follow rabbits down rabbit holes and boys were meant to play King of the Forest with the trees, dreaming up fantasies in their minds and getting lost in the beauty of it all. That's why the best stories are those that weren't planned; the best adventures being the ones no one saw coming. Let your worries go, and live.