On nights like tonight, I like to sit outside on the steps and gaze out over the lawn and just daydream. When I leave, I mentally hang all those dreams on a branch of one of the giant oaks and imagine that dream being swept away into the world with the changing leaves of fall. I imagine that way, when I leave here, my dreams won't stay behind; they'll just be waiting for me elsewhere.
Maybe it sounds cheesy, but this is my idea of meditation.
There are so many things I should have done...so many things I was capable of doing. When I was little, I always saw myself ending up in the Ivy League. I lost the GPA for that somewhere around my freshman year of high school. Way to go, Alyssa. Oh well, I may not have Harvard or Yale or Vassar, but I have my future, and all this dreaming is going to get me somewhere big. The way I see it, the possibilities are endless.